Panic seized the darkened household as the clock struck nine times tonight. Look, oh horror of horrors, only three candy bars remain on the serving platter. What, oh what, will we ever do if evermore beggars rap, rap, rap on our chamber door? (Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!)
Yes, another record-breaking year on Abbey Point has strained the confectioner's budget yet again. Last year there were 19 assorted trick-or-treaters. This year, if you don't count adult neighbors with long crooked noses, we had 22. We blame the rising overage on climate change -- it was, after all, a really warm night out, just perfect for Halloween. Or maybe the horde was drawn to the tasteful pumpkin decorations carefully set out by the mistress of the house.
So mysterious. So very scary.
