Do Not Dress As An Enchanted Table

I need it now! My irritating little sister was shrieking. Her mask was not finished. The paint was still streaking. My mother said, “It will be dry when we are ready to go” But she kept griping and complaining. my sister, Mo. It was Halloween of 1996. My own costume was a table. Complete with teapot, plates, and cups, made by Grandma Mable. I was enchanted like the Beauty and The Beast. I was proud of my costume, it was finished at least! There was a knock on the door. I heard someone yell Andy. I was hoping it was my uncle with my Halloween candy. He had promised me a Babe Ruth the other day. If I could figure out a table costume, and here I was so hey! It was my neighbor, the one who used to do all the car egging. He was coming over again to do a bit of begging. Can I borrow your scooter? He asked me. I have a costume to get. I knew his reputation for wrecking scooters, so I said, “Just forget it!” He left angry, but I did not care. Halloween was almost in sight. I was too excited to eat supper, heading out into the night. Hey! Our mother said, Be sure you take your Trick or Treat light. I rolled my eyes, but did it, so we could get out all right. I had not realized when I decided on my costume of enchanted table It is difficult to get close to the trick-or-treat candy bags not really able. The people pretty much had to choose from me, which was not so great. I was disappointed when we came in with our loot at a quarter ‘til eight.