Once upon a Halloween eve, in a town known as Drury Lane, nestled a bakery infamous for its seasonal treat, “Witchfinger Pastries”. The baker, an old, stout man named Tom, was known for his jovial nature and mouth-watering treats.
A young boy, Bram, was a regular customer, and he could never resist the Halloween pastries. He often wondered about the secret behind their peculiarly authentic taste.
On that particular Halloween eve, curiosity finally took over Bram. Sneaking into the bakery after hours, he found Tom working with an odd ingredient – real witch fingers!
“Aha! Caught you!” came a suddenly booming laugh. The startled Bram turned to see not Tom, but a real witch, facing him with a ghoulish grin. “Now you must pay for discovering my secret ingredient!” she cackled, raising a gnarled finger towards him.
Bram anticipated the worst, when suddenly, he found his hand filled with a Witchfinger pastry. To his surprise, the witch was in fact Tom, who couldn’t help but burst into laughter seeing Bram’s bewildered face. “Happy Halloween, Bram!” Tom heartily exclaimed, while Bram’s night ended not with a fright, but the tastiest Halloween prank of his life.