A flash above in the evening sky caught the sentry’s eye.
He tilted his head. “What a strange noise.”
Something streaked across his backyard garden then flashed upward.
He watched a puff of smoke vanish into the blood red clouds of Halloween eve.
I wonder what spell I should cast this Halloween.
Perhaps I’ll cast a spell on the old wooden broom
and take it for a ride over the city.
Nah, I still have splinters in my rump from last year’s ride.
Hey, a pumpkin! Maybe she’ll make a pumpkin pie. Yum!
Or one of those stupid Jack O’Lanterns.
She always uses my dog bowl to dump the pumpkin guts.
I feel pretty!
Oh so pretty!
All right. Very funny. Who took my hat!
One minute I’m a Dobermann, and one little wise crack
to that witch from me, and poof! The next minute I’m a wabbit!
I guess I better get used to carrots in the ol’ food dish.
I shouldn’t have licked that light socket.
I burned my nose whiskers to a crisp.
Now I have bald nostrils.
Hey! My wreath’s on crooked!
Look I’m a witch! Bahahahaha!
But really, I’m a DobeDiva.
I can be anyone I want, anytime I want,
and you have to like it because
I’m your little Baby!
Yeah, I’m a little devil sometimes.
Like at 2 a.m. when you’re sleeping and
I wake you up so I can hunt frogs.
And at times, I’m a queen.
I will spit up anything that doesn’t taste good.
You know who wears the glass slippers around here.
But remember, no matter what time it is,
it’s always about me!
Me me me me me me me!
These things give me a bad reputation.
I’m really an angel.
OK, on Sunday mornings.
Though I look adorable in this hat,
It’s casting a shadow over my beautiful eyes.
Ahh, yes, my twinkle is back.