FIc-tac-toe# 8
Trick-or-Treat
Their doorbell rang. Morgana stood off to the side of the door while Merlin opened the door, candy bowl in hand. “Trick-or-treat!” several little voices said. Merlin smiled and put a piece of candy in every container. “Thank you!” all the little voices crowed, as they turned and ran down the sidewalk to their parents.
Merlin closed the door and looked at Morgana. “See, I totally handled that. You don’t have to watch me, you know.”
“Oh, but it’s fun. Besides, you’re holding the candy and I want some.”
Merlin whisked the bowl away from her outstretched hand. “Morgana, I’m shocked. This is for the kids.”
She just laughed. “Good. I’ll just got get some from our extra bag.”
“Morgana.” Merlin shook his head. “While you’re at it, you might want to find something else to do, like adopt a black cat or cook up some mysterious potion on the stove. I don’t need supervising.”
“That’s a good idea, Merlin.”
“Which one? The cat or the potion?”
“The potion. I think I’ll make a batch of mulled cider.”
“Mmm, that sounds good.”
He had to turn back to the door just then, because the doorbell had rung again. But the couple did enjoy the mulled cider on and off all evening.
And the lone black cat at the shelter did get adopted that night.
Their doorbell rang. Morgana stood off to the side of the door while Merlin opened the door, candy bowl in hand. “Trick-or-treat!” several little voices said. Merlin smiled and put a piece of candy in every container. “Thank you!” all the little voices crowed, as they turned and ran down the sidewalk to their parents.
Merlin closed the door and looked at Morgana. “See, I totally handled that. You don’t have to watch me, you know.”
“Oh, but it’s fun. Besides, you’re holding the candy and I want some.”
Merlin whisked the bowl away from her outstretched hand. “Morgana, I’m shocked. This is for the kids.”
She just laughed. “Good. I’ll just got get some from our extra bag.”
“Morgana.” Merlin shook his head. “While you’re at it, you might want to find something else to do, like adopt a black cat or cook up some mysterious potion on the stove. I don’t need supervising.”
“That’s a good idea, Merlin.”
“Which one? The cat or the potion?”
“The potion. I think I’ll make a batch of mulled cider.”
“Mmm, that sounds good.”
He had to turn back to the door just then, because the doorbell had rung again. But the couple did enjoy the mulled cider on and off all evening.
And the lone black cat at the shelter did get adopted that night.