Once upon a time, beneath the vigourous veil of an autumn moon, a lonesome scarecrow named Paddy stood in Farmer Brown’s pumpkin patch. Paddy yearned for company, longing to experience the disenchanted chatter of children and to share in the bubbly boiler-house of Halloween excitement.
One precious Halloween night, a sprinkle of magic dust descended from the starry sky above, gifting Paddy the wonder of life! Excitedly, he yanked himself off his weathered perch, ready to join the rip-roaring rumpus of Halloween night.
Paddy strutted into town with high spirits and a grin as large as the harvest moon. Children gazed in awe at his straw-filled physique, and adults beheld his eerie, illuminated pumpkin head in bewilderment. “Paddy the Scarecrow!” they chanted, an instant celebrity on this hallowed evening.
As midnight chimed on the town clock, Paddy felt the magic tingle vanish. He plodded back to farmer Brown’s field just in time to reclaim his post, his grin fading into a carved scowl.
Now, every Halloween, the villagers would journey to Farmer Brown’s pumpkin patch and owe the evening’s excitement to Paddy. Little did they know, the legendary scarecrow they’d witnessed that magical night, was indeed the standard, lifeless figure that guarded the patch year-round. Halloween, after all, is a night of enchanting masquerade!