The Cowboy and The Princess
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Congratulations to Jessi Kisling who submitted the best true Halloween Story this year. A sincere thanks to all of you who sent submissions. We made the decision to go with cute this year, rather than dark and bloody or other-worldly….but we do appreciate every one of the entries in our Halloween contest. We’re hoping that next year, we have even more to choose from! The fact that we all laughed, immediately and simultaneously, helped us to pick the story of “The Cowboy and The Princess” to highlight this year. We did edit a couple of typos, but other than that, the story is as submitted. Thank You! Enjoy….
A True Halloween Story
-By Jessi Kisling
When I was in high school, my sister spent most of her time on the evenings and weekends watching a 3-year-old named Sydney who lived at her grandparents house down the street from us. On Halloween night, 1995, Sydney showed up at our house dressed like a princess. Her grandmother was taking her around the immediate neighborhood to visit those of us who knew her best and who had requested visits. This, of course, was not enough for the vivacious three-year-old. She wanted to gather as much candy in her pillow case as she could possibly stand. I wasn’t much for little ones at the time but I have to admit, Sydney had a special place in my heart. After conferring with her grandmother, I assumed the responsiblity of running the little tyke around in pursuit of the ultimate Halloween payout. I quickly donned a pair of my dad’s over-sized jeans, stuffed a pillow down into a button-up shirt for belly bulk, threw a cowboy hat on my head and a lasso over my shoulder, and drew some stubble on my chin. Voila! Instant cowboy.
Sydney and I trekked through the neighborhood for what seemed like hours. Finally, the temperature dropped so dramatically (as it does every year) that Sydney’s coat was no longer doing its part to keep her warm. Since we had quite a walk to get back to her house, I offered to carry her. I had put on a set of long johns under my clothes, so I opened up my button-up, sandwiched her little body between myself and the pillow, closed up the shirt, and away we went. When we got back to her house I set her down and she ran ahead of me to the front door. Her grandmother was sitting at the kitchen table and had obviously been waiting anxiously for us. When I entered, I overheard her commenting to Sydney that it was really cold outside, and she had been worried about us. Sydney’s response was priceless. She said: “It’s ok grandma, I stayed warm in the cowboy’s belly!” We still laugh about it to this day.
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