On one foggy Halloween, Cheddar Nibblekin was planning to go trick-or-treating with her friends Tilly Houndsley and Jake Snipadoodle, just like they did the year before. Both friends came to her house, dressed in their costumes and ready to go, when Cheddar’s Mom had other plans.
“Cheddar,” said Mrs. Nibblekin. “Your little brother Bo isn’t a baby anymore, and your father and I have a lot to take care of at home. We’d like you to take Bo with you on your trick-or-treating this year.”
“But Mom,” Cheddar groaned. “I’m going with my friends!”
“I know, I know,” Mrs. Nibblekin replied gently. “But you’re a big kid now, and your friends are even bigger. We trust you to take care of him. You’ll still have your fun, you’ll see!”
“What if he cries, or gets too scared?” Cheddar asked.
“Then, you’ll show him how to be brave!” said Mrs. Nibblekin. “Bo looks up to you so much.”
“Fine,” Cheddar sighed. “We’ll take him with us. Bo, do you have your bucket?”
Bo waddled up to Cheddar, in his duck costume, and held his Halloween bucket up high. “Yes!” he said proudly. Then, he looked to Cheddar’s friends and said, “I’m a duck! Quack quack!”
“Alright, let’s go!” said Cheddar.