Once upon a time, in a tiny town, known to all as ‘Spooksberg’, a peculiar event was due to occur on a Halloween eve. Everyone was excited for the annual costume carnival, where people disguised themselves in outlandish outfits. The grinning Jack-O-Lanterns were ubiquitous, and an eerie satisfaction covered the town like a cobweb.
However, the heart of the carnival was Mr. Bonaparte, an endearing old man, well-known for his eggplant-sized wart. Every year he dressed as something dull yet somehow won the ‘Best Costume’ award. It had become somewhat of a town ritual.
This Halloween, as the moon bathed the town in an otherworldly glow, Mr. Bonaparte was announced the winner again! This time, his costume was just his usual cardigan and a walking stick.
Everyone was left wondering, “What on earth is his costume supposed to be?” When finally someone asked, Mr. Bonaparte, chuckled mischievously, and pointing towards the sky, he stated, “I’m the man on the moon, dear folks!” Laughter echoed throughout the night as the surprise set in. Indeed, Mr. Bonaparte had made a fool of the moon itself, beneath its navel-gazing glow!