Look at you!
Twisted Fencepost Teammates!
I started the Halloween story and you kept it going for four days.
And ended it for me too.
I hope everyone had fun adding to the story bit by bit.
The links at the beginning of the paragraphs are links to the site of whom contributed that line.
Thank you ALL for contributing to our second reader contributed Halloween story!!!
Now grab a little something to drink and sit back and enjoy our…..
2nd Annual Halloween Story
Under a full harvest moon, stood a lonely scarecrow…..
This was a different scarecrow that had received special powers from the harvest moon. These powers consisted of………..
being able to come to life when the moon was full. Each time there was a full moon, the scarecrow would…..
slowly begin to change. He began to breathe. He opened his eyes. He……
came to life and his very first words were always the same….
“This year will be different?” Then he’d turn to his friend the pumpkin and say….
“If only I could get my aging weak straw back disconnected from this stake that holds me in this cold frosty, brown and dying old garden. I am so flemsy and I’m losing my pieces and I only have a few hours of harvest moon left. You have to help me as I will be replaced by another “tattie-boggle” (Scotch for scarecrow) by this years end and I will be no more! It is my last chance to be free….so please go and…..
tell the crows to come and peck me loose from the stake so that I can be free at last and be able to…..
Dance a jig under the moon…but only if the black cat doesn’t….
walk in front of my first. Because that would cast a spell than only can be broken by…….
that frightening wizard who lives in the cabin by the pond. That guy scares the straw right out of me!”
He was very lonley because he was dressed in a kimono. His family put him in his silk pajamas and little clogs and left him out there in the field.
Whoopeee-he heard the crows coming closer and closer-caw-caw-caw!
Now, you can imagine that a kimono, silk pajama, clog wearing wizard living in an abandoned cabin by a pond would be very scary and puzzling to the local critters, scarecrows, tattie-bogles and general keepers of the harvest moon? It was very frightening to them when the harvest moon made its yellow glowing appearance. The wizard would come to the door, over the broken stoop he stepped and start to pace around and around the cabin with his head hung down and his hands clasped behind his back. He stomped as he walked in his little clogs as if very disturbing thoughts were boggling his lonely mind. The kimono and silk pajamas were swishing and his little clogs in his rather small feet were clomping….clomp, swish, clomp swish,….and then back again, around and back, back and around he went, swish, clomp, swish, clomp, while casting huge, strange shadows as he clomped and swished around the corners of his cabin. Then just as suddenly as he started his stomping, clomping and swishing..he stopped as though a thought had just entered his mind….but not to be…the pacing started again…clomp, swish, clomp….then abruptly he stopped! Into the garden he looked straight at the swinging figure, as the straw was falling and the flailing arms waved. The flapping black wings were flying here and there…and there and here crying caw, caw, caw as they flew. He could not believe what he was seeing. Clomp, clomp, swish, swish he ran, faster and faster so began the stomp, clomp, swish and faster stomp stomp, clomp clomp. swish swish, and straight in the eyes of the screaming…..
black bat who also liked to fly under the Harvest Moon. The bat turned to the swishing clomping wizard and said….
I may be blind but I knew you were comin’ with my radar eyes I heard clogs a drummin’! So, if you’re here to hurt my friend, with me you will have to attend! It was then the…..
scarecrow, shaking and shivering of fright in the cornpatch, decided that if he was ever going to be brave and confront that mean old wizard, now was the tim. He couldn’t let his bed bat friend go this battle alone.
So he got himself together and jumped off that pole and straight onto a cow that was walking throught the field. Now this was one mean cow and it started bucking which was hard on the scarecrows stuffing. The wizard was really afraid of cows se he started clomping away really fast. Once the cow calmed down the scarecrow said….
damn what a ride. Then he….
“Yippe-ai-oh, yipee-ai-ay, this ghostly ride has made my day.” “Why that old ‘gizzard’ is a cowardly wizard!” Then, a sudden feeling of sorrow came over the scarecrow as he watched the stomping, clomping, swishing wizard run for his life, stepping over the stoop and into the cabin in one leap! His voice was trailing back to the garden the sound was wailing! Oooooooooh…..”Help, oh my, oh me can’t you see that I stomp and I clomp and I swish, but no matter how much I wish! I’ve thinked and I’ve thunked but I am totally stumped! Why can’t I be friends with the Halloween bunch!”
a witch flew by on her broom.
A wisp of a ghost caught her eye….it was rising up close by the old cabin behind the garden….She made a sharp turn nearly knocking off her straggly black cat that had gone along for the ride…..He arched his back, sticking his long sharp nails into the broom holding on for dear life. (as he didn’t hear the witchs’ broom turn signal go off)…..he growled a “miffed” meow out loud and then down she swooped her long dress flying in the wind to see the other…..
witches that were holding a special pumpkin brew out of the pumkins that they had swiped from the porches of the little kids who had carved them….she liked to see them cry when they realized their pumpkins had been absconded in the middle of the night to be used…..
for the meanest trick. How sad it was for the children since it was such a special night for treating, with a Harvest moon an all, especially when there was such a pelntiful amount of candles without playing mean tricks….or (in other words) biting the hand that feeds you. Children are smart like that…..Now the stomping, clomping, swishing wizard had quit his wailing. As he was composing his composure, he was peeding out the window. He was observing the goings on of the bad witch and the witches. Also watching from a distance in the garden was the scarecrow, bat, crows and pjmpkin of who the scarecrow had asked for help. The wizard had stopped his stomps and clomps and swishes and was having a “light bulb” moment! He realized with a little quiet he could really think!….Could he scare off the mean witches and make the children happy again….It was then he decided to Google the Singing Tattie Boggle…(he had forgotten her address)…She arrived just in time…..”Only promise me not to sing when the crows are around.” the wizard asked….”Happy to do it,” she said. Only the tattie-boggle song could out screech the bad witches. Soon they were flying hether and yon! The children were happy. The Halloween bunch was dancing a jig around the cabin. Seeing as how the wizard wasn’t such a bad guy after all when he had company…and the Scarecrow had met an amazing tattie bogle….in a dainty little gown….I might add! They lived close to town, in a new green garden by the pond.