The small lion leapt up the steps to the door of the large house. He stretched his paw out and rang the door bell. 

"Trick or treat!" He screamed. 

The old woman smiled brightly and handed him a family sized snickers bar. When the door closed the lion pulled the candy bar out of the pillow case and held it up to me.

"Look Amy, another big one!"

I smiled at my six year old brother and picked out a pack of skittles. 

"Mrs. Mathews lives here," I told him, guiding him the next house. 

He hurried to the door and rang the bell eagerly. 

"Trick or treat!" He yelled to his teacher. 

"Why, if it isn’t little Liam!" Exclaimed the older woman. "and aren’t you an adorable little lion."

"Roar!" Bellowed Liam in his deepest voice. "I’m not adorable!"

Mrs. Mathews jumped in exaggerated fright and held the orange bowl down to him. "Please don't eat me Mr. Lion! Take what ever you want." 

With a satisfied grin, Liam shuffled through the bowl for few seconds before taking a handful and dropping them into the bag. 

"Goodbye Mrs. Mathews!" He shouted as he ran back to me. 

Halloween wasn’t till Saturday, but everyone knew that Sawgrass Lane celebrated the holiday for the whole week. 

"Trick or treat!" Sammy yelled again and banged on the door. 

I stopped next to him on the porch and straightened my witch hat. It was Tommy's house, high school quarterback superstar. All the girls had a crush on him, but as far as the peaking order went, I only stood a chance with his dog. Second guessing the position of my hat, I quickly tilted it and fixed my deflating curls. 

The door opened, but it wasn't Tommy, it was his mom. 

"Aw, aren't you two just a cute pair!" 

Sammy growled. "Trick or treat!" we said together. 

She handed over two almond joys and