"Trick or treat!" he crowed as the door swung open. A severe woman stood there, her lips tight with disapproval.
"Aren't you too old to be trick-or-treating?" she clucked.
He shook his head.
She dropped a single lollipop in his pillowcase. "Bye-bye." There was venom in her voice.
He bounded down the steps, red-faced and feeling silly.
A gaggle of children dressed like fairies and firefighters took his place. Smiling wide, the woman dumped half her candy into their buckets and waved goodbye.
His voice may have dropped, but his Halloween spirit had not wavered.