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A wee clone’s first Halloween
The horrid wailing sounds from the dorm having woken the older cadets up from their sleep norm. Reaching out to the crying tubies, wanting only to console the crying kiddies.
“No tears here tonight wee ones! As on this All Hallow’s Eve, even kids called Steve, can get with their tricky deeds done, telling some scary tales to each other after having hauled back loads of candy on their tails.”
Something they older cadets knew most adult would have handy. Those at least not wanting to get egged or TP’d on their pretty houses, and certainly not wanting to be lousy spouses.
“So let’s go and get out here, with our baskets empty and to perform some trick or treats as later, with your bellies filled with candy there’s no time to feel any kind of sadly!”
Those bigger clones truly knowing the way to get their treats. After all, this time of year it was nice to stand with the small and get their fair share of the haul. Alas, costumes, were the key, whom was the ghoul or the belle of the ball!
And so, after some planning and effort, out there into the wide of the galaxy they went, or at least, close to the base where they all lived. Earning a hefty packet of care (candy it was though) with plenty of treats with the rest of them to share.
Sitting by the warming fire, the older ones telling tall tales for the kiddies, slightly too scared, but mostly amused, as this event was certainly together to be spent, the fun, the stories, not to mention the treats, tallying up to something for the adulthood to be treasured as a memory quiet neat.
“And so, comes to an end the sad tale of a the headless trooper, whom never any candy got into his belly. A sad story indeed, for those never having gone out there, for a trick or treat!”
The lessons learnt by the wee clones; to never let this tradition to pass by. No matter how small or perhaps shy one might be.