Halloweem Story

Fish had planned to go trick-or-treating just a bit early — mostly because he wanted first pick ob the cheese-flabored candies. He packed his tiny pumpkin pail and set off down the winding paff fru the woods.

At first, eberyfing was fine. The moon was bright, the pumpkins were glowing, and he was humming a tune. But soon, the trees started to twist and creak, and a cold fog rolled in. The paff disappeared under swirling leaves.

“Uh-oh,” Fish squeaked softly. “This doesn’t look like the way to the candy houses…”

Just as he began to worry, a soft green glow appeared ahead. Fish crept closer — and found a cheerful little creature sitting beside a crooked jack-o’-lantern, smiling with big round eyes and a leafy hat.

“Hello!” the creature said in a friendly, papery voice. “I’m Sprout, keeper ob the Pumpkin Paff! You look like you could use some company.”

Fish brightened immediately. “Oh good! I was just thinking how lonely it was out here. Do you happen to know where the candy is?”

Sprout chuckled. “Candy? Not much of that here — but I do hab stories.”

So the two of them sat by the glowing pumpkins while Sprout told tales of ghostly turnips, mischievous moon mice, and the night the pumpkins came to life to dance. Fish listened wide-eyed, nibbling a piece ob wrapped caramel he’d found in his pocket.

By the time the fog began to lift, Fish wasn’t afraid anymore. The forest didn’t seem haunted after all — just full of stories waiting to be told.

When he finally found his way home, he promised to visit Sprout again next Halloween… and maybe bring some extra candy to share.