I bought an enormous bag of candy (250 pieces of chocolate) for the trick or treaters. I managed to keep the bag closed until yesterday afternoon when I put most of it in a bowl for distribution. Once the bag opened, the Twix bars started talking to me. They kept calling and telling me how much I wanted to eat one, just one. I closed the bag with a clamp and put it in the bottom of the closet to drown out their voices. The candy in the bowl was excited, knowing that it would soon be going to a new home to bother someone else.

Once the bowl was half empty I refilled it with the remaining candy in the bag. The Twix bars were now joined by the Three Musketeers. "Just one, we'll never bother you again if you eat just one." I drew on strength I didn't know I had and resisted. The last trick or treaters showed up by 8:30 and the last of that enormous bag of candy went out the door.

Whew, I made it. The tricky, lying candy bars were gone. They are now tormenting someone else. I survived