Once upon a pumpkin patch, a spirited scarecrow named Harold ruled. His straw hands waved in frightful delight and his button eyes glittered in the pale moonlight. Known far and wide for his pet crow, Cora, who was as black as the mysterious midnight sky.
One Halloween night, lights from the Hallows’ lanterns flickered ominously, casting jangling shadows. Suddenly, Harold’s rickety old body sagged. The joy evaporated from his button eyes. Now Harold, our king of the pumpkin patch, was powerless against Harry Hare, the audaciously ambitious bunny who sought to usurp his throne.
In the heat of a full-moon showdown, Harold stalled, his straw heart pulsed with foreboding. Challengingly, Harry bared spookily long teeth, an unexpected spectacle! However, Harold embraced his fear and surprised everyone with his secret weapon, made up of kind words and cuddling straw. Harry couldn’t resist it. Harold joked that it wasn’t a tooth fight but a truth fight, and Harry is all bite and no bark.
Their Halloween feud ended with the reign of two kings, both with different strengths, and from that day forward, the scarecrow and the hare ruled together over the pumpkin patch, fostering mirth and magic that was, dare I say, hare-raisingly splendid!