Jessie versus Halloween decorations

Jessie’s tail shot up and a growl rose from the back of her throat.  She edged her wayclown backwards.

“Jessie, we’ve talked about this. I’m sorry but I thought the businesses wouldn’t have decorated as much as the elves.  The decorations won’t hurt you, girl.  There just put up for fun.”  Santa gripped Jessie’s leash tightly.

Jessie whimpered and pulled hard on the leash pulling Santa into a window pane.  Santa grunted and Jessie ran around the decorations and ran into a man dressed in a coloured wig,  a rainbow coloured jumpsuit, big shoes and thick gloves.  The man reached out and grabbed the dog’s collar stopping her in her tracks.

The dog whimpered and cowered away from the man.

“Relax, Jessie.  It’s me, Ed.  Ed the department store manager.  You know me.  We shared a biscuit at the summer barbecue. “

Jessie looked up and the tip of her tail wagged at the familiar voice.  She timidly walked forward and sniffed the man’s feet.  Satisfied she relaxed and thumped her tail on the floor.

“You’re not afraid of some plastic and glitter are you?  Come with me, girl.  Let’s go see Santa.”

Ed gently pulled on the collar and led the dog towards Santa.  As they got closer to the Halloween display she began shaking.  “Jessie, sniff this witch.  It’s paper and plastic.  See?”

Jessie was pushed up to the witch.  She yipped and struggled to escape but Ed firmly but gently held the dog in place.  Jessie quit struggling and raised her nose to the sky.  She sniffed the face of the witch and then began sniffing around the straw she was sitting on.  Behind the figure was a plate with candy corn on it.  Jessie licked her lips and looked at Santa.

Santa winked.  He stepped up and grabbed a piece of candy for the dog.  “See girl, Halloween’s not so bad.”

Jessie wolfed down the candy and then wagged her tail.  She began searching around the skeleton and mummy for something else to eat.

“Well, Ed.  I guess you cured her of her fear of things Halloween.  Thanks.  By the way what are you supposed to be?”

“I’m supposed to be a scary clown.  But don’t tell Jessie.”

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