I am Hallow’s eve, a hoarse whisper through dead trees, the dread shiver of the bumpkin. A bony rotten hand, now beckons you to stand, and fear the great Gray Pumpkin.

Buwahahaha muhuwahahaha haha yessssss.

He was just a nut. A fun looney who wore a rotting gourd on his head as a jack-o-lantern mask. (He was Linus van Pelt all grown up, mind cracked by the great pumpkin never arriving)

Off to go on midday walkies and get my errands done before my sweetheart gets home from work. Laundry, bills, and groceries.

There was no real point to this except that I’ve now stolen about a minute of your life, which I will use as fertilizer in my Dark Pumpkin Patch of Evil , and soon my tendrils will encompass the world! Bwahahahahahahaha

or not. 🙂

I’ll see you kiddies later.