A childish tale entitled:
Traditions
Candice frowned. "Are you sure? I mean.. the last time.. it made such a mess."
"It can't be helped. We have to do this before they get back. What would happen if we were still doing it when they got home?"
Candice nodded gloomily. "I know. You're right. We would be in trouble."
"Now, get the knife and the plastic trash bag. We can put all the guts in there."
"Sometimes I just hate to do it. She is so beautiful just like she is."
"Candice, we have to do it. It's Halloween."
Chris thrust the knife through the skin, stabbing the pulpy flesh below.
"And what would Halloween be without Jack O'Lanterns."
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