I Reflect On Something

As I sit here eating Gobstopper after Gobstopper, I have to wonder: why did trick-or-treaters avoid my house last night? My house is as cozy and welcoming as a chipmunk’s log, or the Vatican, or Ma’s Pie Shack . I was even prepared to lose Butterfingers in the bargain. I don’t like Butterfingers. I suspect my disabled doorbell had something to do with the lack of ghouls. Also, I didn’t put candles in my pumpkins because I thought the house would burn down. And the porch light probably wasn’t on.