A Pumpkins' Halloween by Mark Kasniak

Author:Mark Kasniak [Kasniak, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-16T04:30:00+00:00

“Oooooh, serves him right,” said Ally, “that little jerk hurting them poor defenseless animals the way he did.”

Henry added, “Yes, April, that was a good one, I really liked it.”

“I do have to admit...” Murray began but had to pause when the winds picked up almost causing his candle to go out. “Ah... as I was saying... I do have to admit that story was a lot better than the one you told last year.”

“Oh, wow!” April sarcastically exclaimed. “I actually got a compliment from the all wonderful storyteller Murray.”

“Yah, it-t wuas a ot bet-tar n thah un oo toold ass ear, Moory,” Tilly said chiding.

“Oh, shut up, Tilly,” Murray snapped in rebuttal. “My story last year about the boy who liked to steal woman's undergarments was a lot better than anything we've heard tonight, so far.”

Oh, no way, nah-ah, you wish, and pffft… were just a few of the collective replies to Murray's assessment of his story from the year previous.

“I don't care what you morons believe,” Murray pouted derisively. “None of you half-wits could hold a candle up to my storytelling.”

“A cinnamon candle?” asked April to the laughs of all the others.

Murray didn't dignify her statement with a reply.

“Well, aren't you cute!” the jack-o’-lanterns suddenly heard the old man say to a little girl wearing a bumblebee costume. “You better keep an eye on her or she might fly away, the little angel,” he then told the little girl’s mother who was holding her hand.

“Sounds like somebody’s beers are starting to kick in,” Henry quipped.

“Well, at least he's in a better mood now,” Ally bitterly replied. “I'm sick of him being such a grump all the time.”

“What did you expect?” Murray retorted harshly. “He's like this every year. You would be too if you disliked Halloween and your wife harassed you every year to take part in it.”

“He still doesn't have to be such a grouch though,” Ally shot back at Murray.

“He's not... just look at him,” April said giggling.

There was the old man at the end of the driveway now playing with a wiener dog that’d been dressed in a costume that made the pup look like a hot dog. The pooch excitedly jumping up on the old man’s legs, as its owner than commanded the dog—named Bailey—to get down and behave itself. The old man continued trying to pet the dog as it began to spin around in circles exciting itself into a frenzy over the piece of beef jerky the old man was teasing it with.

“Awwwwe, would you look at that,” Ally said softly. “He still does have a heart after all.”

“Da yawggy emines me ahva peyaches,” Tilly mumbled.

“Would you please stop talking, Tilly?” Murray snipped as he chastised her again. “It's like trying to understand a drunken retard.”

“Shut-up, Murray!” April cried. “You talk to her that way again, and I'll blow out your candle myself. And, you’re right, Tilly, the doggy does look like, Patches.”

“Awe, I miss, Patches,” Ally said somberly.

“Me too,” added Henry.

“Alright,

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