Week 9 Not Treat But Trick By Ciarán

My brother and I always go trick or treating but this year my mom had the late shift and my dad had the paramount job of protecting the vault. We were too petrified to go out into the dark and gloomy neighbourhood. So what we did was, we decided  not to treat but trick.


It was 19:30. The first trick or treaters got to our house. My brother greeted them and I hid in a bush. One was an orange and malicious witch. The orange one spoke first and bellowed, “Trick or treat!” My brother told her to look in the bush. She walked over. I pounced out and I shrieked, “NOT TREAT BUT TRICK.”