Once upon a time in the town of Pumpkinville, there lived a tiny witch named Willow who was known for her peculiar brews. Every Halloween, folks lined up outside her little gingerbread cottage, eagerly waiting for a cup of her sensational pumpkin soup.
One year, just before Halloween, her pumpkin patch miraculously dried up! Pumpkinville was astir. “No pumpkin soup this year?” cried the townsfolk.
Unfazed, Willow hobbled to her kitchen. When she emerged, she was holding a pot of green, bubbling liquid. “A new brew!” she announced. The crowd watched in anticipation as she ladled out the curious concoction.
With the first spoonfuls, the townsfolk were puzzled by the unfamiliar, yet delicious taste. “But, this is extraordinary! What kind of pumpkins did you use?” they questioned.
With an impish smile, Willow replied, “No pumpkins, just green ol’ brussel sprouts!” Everyone gasped in surprise, then burst into laughter. That Halloween night, everyone celebrated by toasting brussel sprouts instead of pumpkins!
And so, the tale of the unconventional witch, Willow, ends, who turned the detested brussel sprouts into the herald of Halloween in Pumpkinville. Remember, my delightful readers, surprising things could be brewing at a Halloween near you!