Bouncing from house to house on a hoppity hop instead of a broom, the witch went about collecting this year’s Halloween treats, as she did the years before.
And as happened years before, several homes in the neighborhood were giving out things other than candy to all the ghouls who happened by.
There were some nice imprints on the balloons, this year. Several of the previous year’s ungiven balloons were used as decorations . . . At least those not popped by a wicked (ahem) er-naughty witch, and other trick-or-treaters like her.
Still, the night was young . . . And a little chilly the costumed girl noticed, as she turned the corner, over to the grassy knoll at the end of the street. Stopping for a moment to rub her arms a little in order to warm up, she looked at the uninflated balloons in her pail. A smile crossed her face, and she gave a quick glance around to make sure she was, at least for the moment, alone.
Seeing how one would look inflated, would be nice.
Seeing how big they could be blown up would be better.
And seeing how much one could take until it exploded left her with nice warm feeling throughout her whole body.
Of course she fully intended to save most of them for when she got back home . . . and her hopper of course; the demise of THAT one would have to be at the end of the night. After all, she needed it for now, as she still had a lot of other houses to visit before the night was through
Originally I wanted to have something with ghost girls for this year, but my flu shot and a changed work schedule left me with no time to do something extravagant this time around, so I ended up doing another witch picture for Halloween.
Oh well, I hope everyone likes it just the same.
Until next time!