A Halloween Tale

It was dark and stormy night, the night the evil pumpkins roamed the land. Hallow's eve, aka Halloween. The pumpkins let all the restless spirits lose, to leash havoc upon villagers. Many were those that shrieked in terror. Even the ever-fearless wolves howled in fear. The sight of the evil terrors that all squash were was enough to make one let lose of their bowels. It was prophesied that one would be born to bring down the reign of evil and send all pumpkins trembling down, down to the the very bowels of the earth. Little did the pumpkins know that the prophesied one would spring from their own loins, the sheep amongst the wolves. It they had known, surely they would have dispatched it at birth. When the one that is good was a mere seedling, a good spirit trapped in the earth latched on to it as a means of escape. They melded together and became as one. When the seedling poked forth from the soil for the first time it felt the cool rain refreshing its face. It was contaminated with the will to do good. So was the start of the end of centuries of domination of bad spirits.