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      Trick-or-treaters! What a surprise! Granny usually doesn't get trick-or-treaters, living so far out of the way like, so she doesn't have any Halloween candy on her. But come right on in and make yourselves at home – Granny'll mix up some cookies. It just wouldn't be right to turn two lovely young girls away without something to eat, especially not on Halloween. It's so inhospitable, and you won't see it happening in this house!
      What's that? Oh, my dear, you needn't worry about Granny being one of those nasty old strangers they warn you about. Razors in apples, children getting snatched from their beds... it just puts chills down Granny's spine. Those horror stories you young people read have nothing on the news. Oh, you're right to be cautious, dear, especially while you're taking care of your ... is she your little sister? Oh, you're babysitting her! How kind of you, dear. There's nothing Granny likes better than a good citizen. But enough chitchat. It's terribly rude to keep you two standing outside in the cold like this, there's such a chill tonight. Come in, come in. Sit down and warm yourselves by the fire. Granny's built it up nice and hot - old bones can't take as much cold as they used to.
      Oh, it's so kind of you to come and keep Granny company, especially when there's so many other houses you could be getting your candy at. And Granny knows us old folks just aren't so interesting anymore. Granny hardly ever gets any visitors... it just gets so terribly lonesome out here at the end of the road.
But you didn't come here to hear old Granny moan about herself. How old are you, my dear? Six? And such a lovely plump little girl you are, too.
      Oh, dear, you look offended. Ah me, Granny forgot again. You see, girls, in the olden days being fat was a compliment. It meant you had lots to eat, and you see not everybody did back then. Granny never quite got over thinking that way. See, Granny's just skin and bones, not at all beautiful.
      Ah! The dough is finally done. My, doesn't it look good? Be a doll, dear, and check how hot the oven is? 'Twouldn't be good to burn the cookies, not after all the hard work that went into them. Granny'll just come with you, if that's alright – probably you young girls have never seen a wood stove...


      Stop that shrieking at once, young lady! Anyone would think you were being tortured. How old are you? Sixteen? Well, that's old enough to know better, by my standards... Ah, me, today's youth is so delicate – they faint at anything!
Now, my dear, we'll just settle in and wait for those cookies to bake, and you can tell me all about yourself. We'll let your babysitter wake up on her own.