Three little pumpkins were sitting on a gate...
And as it so often happens with pumpkins, they were arguing. Because today, of course, is the Halloween Party, hosted by A Fanciful Twist, and none of them could find their invitation. Or the directions.
"I'm telling you, I remember distinctly that the party is in the old house next to the pumpkin patch!" insisted the oldest, and with a naughty smile added, "You know. The haunted pumpkin patch."
So the three little pumpkins began their journey. Soon they came to a lovely little forest, and met a little cat. Perhaps he might know the way?
"Hark! Here looks like someone who could help us! He looks familiar... Uncle Jasper?"
But upon closer inspection, it was not Uncle Jasper, and he most definitely did not know the way to the party.
The littlest pumpkin shivered as he passed this tall and silent spectre,,,,
"Aha!" cried the eldest. "See? I knew we were on the right track!
"You aren't afraid, are you?" teased the oldest pumpkin.
"Maybe just a little."
"It will be fine. We'll have a great time! Besides, I am the bravest pumpkin of all time, and nothing scares me. I will make sure that nothing scary gets you, no matter how big and scary it is."
Somehow that didn't reassure the littlest pumpkin.
They went to the front door, and a voice called from inside, "Come on in! You can put your hats on the shelf there. We're in the kitchen!"
And sure enough, there was stack of hats in the foyer. Witch hats.
"Not now, littlest pumpkin. Let's go!"
As they headed towards the kitchen, the littlest pumpkin widened his eyes as he took in every detail of this strange and fascinating house. He took a closer look at the portraits on the walls.
There seemed to be a trend here.
"Not now, little pumpkin!"
And so they made their way to the kitchen, where it looked like the party preparations were still taking place... Bowls of flowers...
And piles of pumpkins...
And jars of poisons...
Before little pumpkin could say a word, he heard a clunk and a clatter from the counter.
"Murder! Mischief! Mayhem!" the oldest pumpkin was shouting...
A cackle of laughter filled the kitchen, and the two remaining brother pumpkins looked up in fear...
"Fear not, my little pretties! We are making apple pies today. Not pumpkin. If your silly brother had stayed, he too could have a nice warm slice of pie. Do you want a scoop of icecream on your pie?"
And so the rest of the afternoon, the two little pumpkins ate pie, danced to merry tunes, and played parlor games with some very charming, and very kind, witches.
Thanks for stopping by! I hope you had a hauntingly good time :) Please leave a comment! I will be doing a random draw Monday morning (October 18) from the comments for a delightful prize!
Credits: In addition to my original artwork, photographs of house and empty rooms are from Amas Veritas and have been modified, spookized, and hauntified :) The black portrait frames originated from ShabbyBlogs,, and the delightful pie image is from Yesmeals.