The Berenstain Bears Trick or Treat (First Time Books)
Stan Berenstain, Jan Berenstain
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As Brother and Sister Bear don their costumes to go trick-or-treating by themselves for the first time, they plan to avoid Miz McGrizz's spooky home. But during their Halloween outing, the cubs discover that appearances can be deceiving.
ready for you!” She then led the terrified cubs into a cozy living room. To their great surprise, there was a big tray of beautiful candy apples all prepared for Halloween visitors. “Mama was right,” whispered Sister to Brother. “Miz McGrizz really is a sweet, kind old person!” The cubs thanked her for the beautiful apples and went about the rest of their trick-or-treat business. Later that evening Brother and Sister were at home looking over all the treats they had collected.
show that appearances can be deceiving.” “Appearances can be deceiving—what’s that mean?” asked Sister. “It’s just a grown up way of saying that things aren’t always what they look like,” explained Mama as she unpacked the groceries. “Look! Goodies!” said Brother. “Hands off, please,” said Mama. “Those are for trick or treaters, who come to our house tomorrow night.” Brother and Sister were very excited about Halloween—and a little nervous, too. This was the first year they would
follow that night. Brother got a pencil and paper and made a map of the neighborhood. That way, he explained, they wouldn’t miss anybody. “Let’s see, now,” he said, “we’ll stop at our houses first—ours, Freddy’s, Lizzy’s, and Queenie’s. Then we’ll do Farmer Ben’s and our sitter’s—Mrs. Grizzle.” “Mrs. Grizzle, for sure,” agreed Sister. “She usually makes special Halloween cookies.” “And Teacher Jane—she gives out good stuff. How about Dr. Grizzly?” asked Brother. “She’s into health
snacks.” “I think so—just to be polite,” said Sis. “Gramps and Gran, of course.” “Of course.” “I’ll tell you one place we are going to miss,” said Brother, folding his map. “What place is that?” asked Sister. “That one!” he answered, pointing out the window at the home of old Miz McGrizz. It was a spooky, twisted old tree house in a thicket at the end of Crooked Lane. “We’re definitely not going there,” he added with a shiver. “Whyever not?” asked Mama, who was listening.
“Why not?” said the cubs. “Because she’s a witch! That’s why not!” “What utter nonsense!” protested Mama. “True, Miz McGrizz is old and bent and rather forbidding looking. But I can assure you she’s a perfectly nice person.” But the cubs didn’t believe her. Not for a minute. They knew better. Everybody knew better. No doubt about it, Miz McGrizz was a witch, for sure. Just after dark, a pirate, a skeleton, and the Wicked Queen from Snow White came for Brother and Sister. They were