“Once upon a time, in the whimsically wicked town of Wraithsville, a glutinous goblin named Grime greeted Halloween with glee. His fervor wasn’t for the typical terrors of the night, but rather for the sugary delights that were bestowed upon him by unsuspecting humans.”
“Every Eve of Hallow, Grime would toss on a convincingly ghostly disguise, and make his rounds to the town’s folks’ houses, growling, ‘treats or tomfoolery’. Neighbors, mistaking him for little Timmy from next door, would load his sack with heaps of sweets.”
“This Halloween, however, presented a peculiar predicament. Upon biting into a tantalizing toffee, Grime’s mouth filled with a dreadful taste. He spat in revulsion, revealing a humdrum healthy apple.”
“Utterly disgruntled, Grime continued his quest, only to uncover fruits, vegetables, and whole grain ghoulish cookies at every doorstep! It seemed the town had traded their treats for treats of health, leaving poor Grime grumpy and candy-less.”
“Planning retribution, Grime concocted a potion to transform himself into an insatiably hungry, candy-thieving crow. Wraithsville woke up to empty candy stores and an unusually round crow squawking sign of a successful Halloween!”
“In a twist of Halloween hilarity, it can be said that Grime truly got his ‘just desserts’.”