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Once upon a chilly All Hallow’s Eve, there was a lovable black cat named Lucifer. He was the town’s most cherished, owned by the feared and grumpy widow, Mrs. Hemlock, who lived in the oldest house by the crooked tree.
On this eve, Lucifer spotted a glowing jack-o-lantern, filled with a dazzling light. Lucifer, the ever-curious one, jumped onto the window sill and peered into the Halloween pumpkin’s glimmering center. But, before he knew it, he slipped and fell into the hollow innards of the pumpkin!
The entire town was agog when they saw Lucifer in the sky, sitting atop a glowing, floating jack-o-lantern, like a feline King on his night throne. Mrs. Hemlock gasped, pointing her shaky finger towards the strange sight.
Everyone in town stood in awe, their fears around the widow and her black cat vanished. Yet, as the sun started to rise, the floating jack-o-lantern began to descend, and Lucifer darted off in the direction of his old home.
That morning, as Mrs. Hemlock’s crunch toast popped out of her toaster, she found in her surprise, the brightest pumpkin-shaped gem in her toast slot. “Oh, that Lucifer! Such a charmer…” she chuckled, forever maintaining her witchy reputation with a twinkle in her eye.