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Along Life’s Way
Trick or Treat?
By Lois E. Wilson
 
I’m sure you’ve noticed how much decorating and promoting for Halloween has grown. Houses are adorned not only with pumpkins and cornstalks, but with scarecrows, witches, ghosts, cobwebs, anything that fits the theme. This is the story of the Beggars’ Night our family fought a battle.
 
Over the years, we have lived in places where beggars that came to our door numbered over a hundred and other places less than ten. At one time, we resided in a home which was in a plat of about twenty houses. It had no through streets, so it was perfect and safer for masked children.

Our two sons went out begging and finished their plat round early. They wanted to be home to hand out treats and to see the costumes of the other beggars.
 
The doorbell rang; my son and I went to answer it. Two beggars with painted faces, garbed in yellow rain slickers and hats, were on the threshold. I recognized them as the brothers from two houses away. They were younger than our boys and had been the source of several problems in the neighborhood. They were known as being mischievous scamps.
 
Each boy was holding out a can container. As I reached to put a treat into one of the cans, the boy opened it and a critter jumped out landing inside our house. It quickly ran into the living room and disappeared. My son yelled, “Mom, it’s a mouse!”
 
I asked the boy, “Did you do that on purpose?” They laughed and ran down the driveway.
 
Thus began the “great mouse hunt.” We looked behind doors and furniture, under couch cushions, everywhere, and found nothing. The house being of open design meant all other rooms had to be searched thoroughly too. We found no mouse. I pictured myself trying to sleep that night with a mouse loose in the house. It was not a comforting thought.
 
Exhausted, we all sat down to rest and watch the boys’ favorite TV show. Midway through it, our oldest son excitedly observed, “Dad, the drape just moved—up at the top, near the rod.” The drapes were lined, and my husband discovered the mouse was caught between the lining and drapery fabric. They gathered the drape’s hem trapping the mouse as their Dad unhooked the drape. Then they took it out into the yard and shook it until the mouse ran free. I said, “We won!”
 
I was wrong. We received a trick from the slicker brothers and a trick from the mouse which left us a yellow spot on the drape. After recalculating, we were forced to check that night’s conflict off as a “loss.” After all, the mouse had completed a “Hail Mary” pass. You may groan here.


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