Drawing by Joel Schick
The Gobble-uns'll Git You
The Gobble-uns'll Git You
It was chilly in the basement bedroom. I turned on the heat, kicked off my shoes and closed the door before I saw him hiding in the corner. My shriek echoed throughout the house and Brad pounded down the stairs to my rescue. I looked away while he killed the intruder . . . a giant, hairy spider.
Gabi and Brad left on vacation the next day, leaving me to protect their kids. I was walking down the hall when I noticed another large, black spider on the floor. Shivers ran up and down my spine as I realized there was nobody to help. Keeping an eye on the hairy beast, I walked backwards to the kitchen, put on some boots and got the telephone book. I was terrified.
With all the force I could muster I threw the book on the spider with a squeal and then jumped on top just to make sure it was squooshed to bits. Jake heard me yell and ran in to see what was going on.
I was shaking as I lifted the phone book off the offensive creature, but I could see it was still big and fat. Jake leaned over to look closer, and picked up a black leg. "Why are you jumping on my plastic spider?" he asked, as he tucked it in his pocket. Duh, Oma.
Another of my favorite Halloween memories is the spooky re-telling of
by
James Whitcomb Riley.
It lends itself to lots of expression and when you're into it, you'll find that comes naturally,
along with a little accent of some sort. It's as fun to read as it is to hear.
Tell it by ghostly candlelight.
Any Halloween tricks or treats you want to pass out here?
(Nothing involving spiders, please!)
I love that story and can totally picture Jake laughing at you as he picked up the plastic spider.
ReplyDeleteThat's funny.
ReplyDeleteMy grandson has a pet tarantula named Charlie. I hope to never meet him out for a stroll.
ReplyDeleteSpiders are the reason I can never really enjoy Halloween.
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