Sunday, October 31, 2010
Dancing shadows, from the tree branches outside my bedroom, were dancing on my windowsill with all their might.
Thinking happy thoughts, I went back to bed…
…trying to get those ghostly sounds and images out of my head.
As I raised the blankets over my eyes,
I heard a screaming howl that shook my soul to my very own thighs.
“Feeeeeeeeeeed meeeee! Feeeed me my treat!” the voice lamented.
I shakily peeked from the corner of my blanket to see a specter of a young boy who looked sad and frightened.
“What’s wrong ghost boy?” I queried.
“Before passing away”, he said. “I was promised a delicious BeaverTails pastry treat that I never got," he wearied.
I smiled to my new friend and said: “If I get you a BeaverTails pastry, will you stop howling and crying in the middle of the night?”
His pale face winced, “Oh yes! Yes, please and thank you! You won’t have me no longer in your sight!”
The next night I placed a BeaverTails pastry at the foot of my bed with a note attached to it.
The note said: “Good night ghost boy and sweet dreams. Here’s your treat which, I must admit, is much better than a banana split!”
So, what’s the moral of the story? Always indulge yourself! You’ll never know when you’ll be able to do it again…in this lifetime at least!
Happy Halloween dear BeaverTails addicts!