The doorbell chimes again, mocking me. Grabbing the half-empty candy bowl, I open the door—
“Huh!” I gasped.
It was HUGE. Its front paws planted on the porch: two golden, fur-covered columns, each thicker than my torso. They hold up the massive lion’s body. I feel the dragon’s tail in the shadows. Giant eagle wings scrape my eaves and blot out the festivities.
Between its teeth, I see the tiny plastic pumpkin bowl. Its cat eyes just stare.
I lock eyes with it for some time.
“Trick,” I say.
I mean, how often do you get a chance like this?