Another Halloween had arrived, and my cousin Terri and I had been invited to another costume party, and there would be another costume contest with a $1,000 prize. I had an hour to put on my costume before Terri would arrive to pick me up. I decided to dress up as a sexy pirate. The outfit showed plenty of cleavage and leg. I also bought an eye patch, hook, wooden peg leg, and sword. I put on my outfit (minus the patch, hook, and peg leg), and admired myself in the mirror. I wanted the rest of my outfit to look authentic, which wouldn't be a problem for a girl with magical abilities like me. I took the saw, placed it on my left leg, and cut my leg off. I held it up and looked at it for a minute before putting it off to the side. I put the peg leg on my stump and tried walking with it on. It sure made a lot of noise. I sat back down, grabbed a spoon, and used it to scoop out my left eyeball. I put my eye in an empty drinking glass on the nightstand, and put the eye patch on. I grabbed the saw again and used it to cut off my left hand. I put the hook on my stump, grabbed the sword, and walked over to the mirror.







   "There, now you look like a real pirate." I said to myself.







   About that time, Terri arrived. I opened the door to find her dressed as Supergirl.







   "Wow, you look great, Carlie!" She said.







   "Thanks! You do too!" I replied.







   We had a great time at the party, and I got a lot of great compliments about my costume. They all commented on how realistic the hook and peg leg looked. They all wondered how I was able to get my leg to fit in that "hollow" peg leg, not knowing that the peg leg was solid wood, and my real leg was at home. I was announced as the winner of the costume contest. After I got back home and said goodbye to Terri, I went back in my room, took off the eye patch, and put my eyeball back in the socket. I took the hook and peg leg off, and took off my costume. I hopped over to the mirror on my one leg to see what I looked like. I hopped back over to the bed, and instead of reattaching my hand and leg, I decided to cut off my other leg. I could put myself back together in the morning.





The end.