A Halloween Humbug
By Susan Beth Furst
Prunella was in the kitchen, stirring the cauldron, Citronella was late, and she needed pumpkins.
“Some trick, on Halloween no less! No pumpkins, no potion, no pies,” she cackled as she tucked a wisp of cobweb behind her ear.
The pumpkin patch was dark. Citronella had lost her way. “Just one more for the …”
The wind howled Nooooooooooooooo! “Beware the pumpkins, walk softly through the patch, and never mention the word pie!”
Prunella continued to stir the pot. Citronella was already in the next county with a trail of angry pumpkins rolling behind her.
Happy All Hallow's Eve!
Until next time,
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
This is indeed Good News!!
Susan Beth Furst is a poet, author, painter, and photographer. She loves to write haiku and she Loves to tell people about Jesus.