In a Pickle Now

Skinny skeleton sneaked out of the jack-o-lantern in record time. I had already bet that he would; I had bet my cousin a shiny new dime. You didn’t put him in there tightly enough, my cousin accused me. I was not about to give him any leeway at the hallow tree. I collected the dime and boasted to all about it that Hallows Eve. I put on my witch costume, and I turned up my hat and one sleeve. Others followed me to the ice cream store, where a cone was a nickle. Unfortunately, it was three friends, so now I was in a bit of a pickle.