Under an eerie glow of the Halloween moon, Ethel, an 83-year-old, was meticulously arranging her renowned pumpkin pies on the window sill. She happened to notice a peculiar scene — the straw-stuffed scarecrow was oddly twitching in her vegetable patch.
With a cackle, and a flirtatious wink aimed at her pet cat, Lulu, she sauntered towards the twitchy being. “Mr. Scarecrow, what’s got your straw twisted tonight?” she conspiratorially whispered. Suddenly, the scarecrow twitched its straw-filled head at her.
Ethel chuckled, “Ah! On spooky Halloween nights like this, even silent scarecrows yearn for good company!” Next to her, Lulu’s fur puffed up, sensing something amiss. Too charmed by the scene, Ethel ignored her worried feline.
Moments later, Mr. Scarecrow suddenly leapt to life! With a jerky wave, it motioned towards the seemingly endless pumpkin field. Ethel gasped and stumbled backwards. Just then, she felt a rush of fur past her shaky legs, and Lulu chased the scarecrow away, proving she was no ordinary cat.
Lulu, victorious, returned and metamorphosed into a regal witch in front of Ethel. With a wink, she smiled, “Dear Ethel, sometimes, a black cat crosses your path for a reason!”