It was the Naugle annual trick or treat hayride and the debut of the costumes. Nathan was born for looting. He muscled his way to the front of every line to get the goodies. I had the boots for his costume shipped to our house in July, I didn't check them carefully and when I got them out of the box the day we needed them, they were both for the right foot and one was discolored. Sorry Nathan, you still have to wear them until trick or treat is over because we can't get another pair in his size.
As we were loaded up on the hay wagon and about to embark on our journey, someone noticed that the wagon had a flat tire, hence the dirty truck beds.
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