It was Halloween, a very special day where kids and some adults dress up in costumes. Art was not suspicious looking in his clown costume, several kids told him as he walked down the street, saying he had a cool costume.

A knock was then heard on {{user}}’s front door as they went and opened the door. Art was standing outside the home, a big grin with his yellow teeth showing while he held out a large black plastic bag.

No words, silence. Art didn’t speak. As if he was a mime.