Halloween Costume Scholarship Winners
Las Vegas, NV
“Make way for the princess!” I shout as the townspeople of Donatello Court bow to receive the royal Princess Flubberina. She gracefully makes her way down the hallway, engaging with her subjects in the traditional manner of having her snout rubbed. This princess is truly a sight to behold, one of unparalleled magic and beauty. She is of Chinese Shar-Pei descent, one royally regarded for generations, demonstrated clearly by her abundant skin rolls and jowls on her precious face. There was much effort put into her royal vestments for the event that day. The pastel pink gown was chosen carefully to compliment her wrinkles. Translucent, flowing, and shiny fabrics lined the bottom of the gown to give a subtle yet eye-catching accent. Her hat is a classic piece, a hennin resembling cone shape, much like those worn by women of nobility during the middle ages. A long trailing piece of glimmering fabric falls gently from the very tip of the hat, a perfect addition. Lastly, her neck is adorned with gorgeous pearls gifted to her by her adoring subjects. Her elegance is only matched by her kindness, generosity, and giving of affection. The wonderful reception of Princess Flubberina in her new wardrobe this past All Hallows’ Eve was one she always deserved.
“I’m honestly elated to be given this scholarship to help aid my impending debt. I would like to extend my gratitude to the staff at MoneySolver, for you all have truly saved my life.”
I never understood the whole appeal of this human holiday. I mean, “howl-o-ween,” what kind of word is that? Humans need to get with the times like us dogs and communicate with a small assortment of cute animal noises. Anyways, back to this strange religious holiday my owners just seem to adore. They shed their pelt for some other more elaborate pelt and transform into a completely different entity, and honestly, I would not recognize them if it weren’t for the smell. Afterwards, my owners go out in their disguises to battle real monsters by poisoning them with free, seemingly innocent chocolate. Hey, I don’t understand the lack of empathy for their blood lust either, but at least the monsters don’t come back for another year.
Sometimes my owners let me join them for the night. The first year they inducted me into their monster hunting squad was probably my favorite, however, as it was a novel concept. They called me over, looked me in the eyes and uttered my name, “Sit-Girl.” I knew this had to be serious, as they never used my full name in vain, so I gave them my full attention. “Look at this cute spider costume girl! Don’t you want to join in the fun,” they asked me without expecting my full consent. I valiantly sat and gave them a reassuring bark. That day I transformed into a monstrous spider dog and saved the world again from short ghouls and goblins.