Franklin O'Lantern sat outside the on the front porch waiting for trick-or-treaters to come by. He was a ferocious looking pumpkin with terribly sharp teeth and angry eyes. His two nostrils tilted up as he sneered at potential passersby.
His plan was to bounce up and down and snarl at them to try and scare them away before they could get any candy. The sun was lowering in the sky, and in the distance, he could see the first of the neighbors departing their homes in hopes of a heavy sack. He watched patiently for some time before any children came up to his house. Franklin inspected each child thoroughly. He didn't want to actively scare just any child. No, he wanted to scare the child that would give the best reaction, at the best time.
The best time was soon upon him. The streets were now flowing with trick-or-treaters. A river of glowsticks and flashlights wove among the trees lining the streets. Finally, a chubby child, who seemed to have already had his fill of candy for the evening, arrived at the door with several of his friends. As the child reached up to knock on the door, Franklin leaped into the air, as high as the child's face, and began snarling and barking. The child shrieked like a banshee and ran away, leaving an offending odor in his wake. When Mrs. O'Lantern opened the door, she was met by hysterically laughing children, who could barely say their "Trick or Treat." She smiled, confused as to what was so funny, and sent them off with a "Happy Halloween!"
His plan was to bounce up and down and snarl at them to try and scare them away before they could get any candy. The sun was lowering in the sky, and in the distance, he could see the first of the neighbors departing their homes in hopes of a heavy sack. He watched patiently for some time before any children came up to his house. Franklin inspected each child thoroughly. He didn't want to actively scare just any child. No, he wanted to scare the child that would give the best reaction, at the best time.
The best time was soon upon him. The streets were now flowing with trick-or-treaters. A river of glowsticks and flashlights wove among the trees lining the streets. Finally, a chubby child, who seemed to have already had his fill of candy for the evening, arrived at the door with several of his friends. As the child reached up to knock on the door, Franklin leaped into the air, as high as the child's face, and began snarling and barking. The child shrieked like a banshee and ran away, leaving an offending odor in his wake. When Mrs. O'Lantern opened the door, she was met by hysterically laughing children, who could barely say their "Trick or Treat." She smiled, confused as to what was so funny, and sent them off with a "Happy Halloween!"
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