Camdy Corm Elf Harbest

The Candy Corm Elf woke up bright and early, his tiny hat perfectly pointed and his truck freshly polished. It was the first day ob the Great Candy Corm Harbest, and the fields were aglow wiff rows upon rows of sweet, tri-colored treasures.

He approached his trusty truck, humming a harbest tune, and looked out ober the sugary landscape. “Ahhh,” he said proudly, “the corms are ripe this year — plump and shiny, just how the Halloweem fairies like ‘em!”

Behind him, the candy corm tractor rumbled along, scooping up the golden-orange treats. Barry superbised closely — quality control was no joke. He nibbled one (for science), nodded in satisfaction, and tossed it into the basket.

As the sun dipped low and the candy fields sparkled like a thousand tiny lanterns, Barry leaned on his truck and smiled. “Another sweet season,” he said, brushing sugar dust from his fur. “Wiff any luck, we’ll hab enuff camdy corm to last ‘til next Halloweem… or at least until Reuben finds the stash.”