A Haunting Halloween
“We want to be pirates,” said Beemer, the eldest chipmunk, brandishing his rather shop-worn sword and his tattered eye patch. Harley and Suzuki nodded enthusiastically.
“How about you, Gizmo?” What do you want to be?” Ozette asked.
Gizmo ran through - and rejected - a list of ideas. First he wanted to be a pumpkin, but there was the matter of his bushy squirrel tail, which presented a problem.
“How about a squirrelly scarecrow?” Ozette suggested.
Gizmo shook his furry head, deep in thought.
“Maybe a prince?” Suzuki chimed in.
“Or a tree?” Harley added. “You'd be a natural. We could fasten nuts all over you and trick- or- treaters could gobble them up.”
Ozette gave the chipmunk a stern look, and he gave her a rue rueful grin.