Lois Lane sat on the straight backed coach patting her foot. The faster she patted her foot the faster her thoughts came. Think. She loved to think. Think about the possibilities. Think about her dreams. Think about her... costume? Yes, her costume. She had to come up with the perfect Halloween costume. Her foot patted faster. Faster and faster and faster.
She pouted. She frowned. Piqued. She was piqued. No ideas for the *perfect* costume would come. And she had to impress *him*. What was she to do? She’d asked her mother. She wasn’t any help. And neither was Lucy. Lucy! Lucy was going to go as a Jack-O-Lantern. A carved pumpkin, for goodness sake. Well, Lois Lane wasn’t going to dress up as any vegetable or fruit or any other kind of food.
So what would she be? Maybe a cat. A scary black cat. She could do that. She sighed heavily. No, that wouldn’t do. She didn’t think it would impress him. Hmm... Maybe some other kind of animal. She flipped through the costume catalogue again and something caught her eye. A chicken suit! A bright yellow chicken suit! She shuddered. She’d never be caught dead in a chicken suit - let alone a bright yellow chicken suit.
She threw the catalogue on the couch and got up and danced about the room hoping that this would get her blood to pumping so she could think better. Then an idea formed. She could be a ballerina. A ballerina dressed in a pink leotard, pink tights, and a pink tutu. She twirled and plied her way around the room. But still she wasn’t quite content with her decision.
Then he saw her dancing and laughed heartily. “What are you doing, Princess?” That was the first time Sam Lane had called his daughter Princess.
And Lois Lane knew what the perfect costume would be to impress her Daddy. She would don that tiara he had gifted her with, wear a purple gown, and be the perfect little princess!
