A Natural Trick-or-Treater

This year for Halloween Orin was,
you guessed it,
a cow.

But he wasn't just any cow,
he was a crazy, motorcycle-riding cow.
A blaze-of-fire kind of cow.
A cow with a hoodie.
And spots.

Instead of trick-or-treating around the neighborhood
we decided to join Jon and Hillary at Trunk-or-Treat,
an event put on by their church where people
decorate the trunks of their cars
and pass out candy in the parking lot of the church.

Cole and Dakota went as Iron Man
and the Black Knight, both characters
from movies that I would know about if I was cooler.
Hillary and Jon were less lame that Casey and I,
who didn't even bother to dress up.
Hillary went as a cat and Paisley was either a bumblebee
or a criminal depending on whether or not you are color blind.

We arrived at the Trunk-or-Treat
parking lot just as it began to get dark.

As soon as we turned him loose, Orin snatched a treat bag
and took off like a rocket.

You would have thought he had been practicing
for this day his whole life.

He navigated around the parking lot with ease,
thrusting out his bag, receiving his prize,
and moving on to the next car without so much as a thank you.

We could barely keep up with him.

After he had visited every car (and some twice)
he sat down on the curb and began to sort through his goods.

He then carefully selected a brown tootsie roll pop
and a chocolate eyeball.

I think Halloween just aquired another fan.