Sweet Sprint

Vaulting right out of that pumpkin's grinning teeth, my nose caught the scent of sugar before my sneakers even hit the porch floorboards. Sitting on a low wooden bench was a black plastic trick-or-treat cauldron loaded to the brim with wrapped candies. You asked for trick-or-treat, and I brought the speed! I sprinted up the rough timber leg, launched onto the curved plastic rim, and treated that mountain of treats like an obstacle course. Sliding down a slippery bank of cellophane wrappers, I planted my sneakers onto a sturdy red lollipop stick, vaulted clean over a cluster of chocolate bars, and snagged a shiny foil-wrapped golden coin right out of mid-air. One hundred percent treat, zero tricks!