The candles were lit in the jack-o-lanterns that stood waiting on the top step of the porch. Candy was portioned into paper bags on a tray by the door. The door-bell rang. She glanced in the mirror. Was the make-up alright?
"Trick or treat!" they shouted as the door opened, but said no more as the black-clad witch with the lime-green face and hands held out the tray and gave each child a paper candy-bag. "Thank you" was quickly said, if at all, as they sped away.
His friend, the first mate, had pleaded with their irate captain to at least leave some provisions. "Or it will be as a certain death sentence!" he thought, eyeing the wooden crates scattered, amongst the rocks and seaweed. "But how to open them? I need the wood to make a shelter. If I had a hammer, I could open them and see what the lads have left me."
It was then that he spied a wedge-shaped rock that was both smooth and sharp and the right size for his hand. He smiled, picked it up, and started hammering at the lid of the first box.
Now was the time for cake and song in this very musical family. The lights were dimmed and the cake candles lit. He had written a funny text on a 3x5-card, but he knew the words by heart. Everyone had finished singing 'Happy Birthday' and now it was his turn. He never dreamed when he blew out the candles on his cake and was ready to sing, that the sound that would come out of his mouth would be like a crow croaking!
'My voice!' he cried in falsetto. Tears ran down his ruddy cheeks and dropped onto the icing of the cake with its still smoking thirteen candles.