The pumpkin was now a Jack-O’Lantern lighting up the night, a visage peering from the porch to give the kids a fright. A scarecrow without a head sat listlessly nearby, he had no eyes to see with, so couldn’t even cry.
Little Gretel Gardner saw what needed to be done; she bravely picked the Jack-O’Lantern up, though it made her want to run. She set it down upon the neck of the body filled with leaves, and then stood back, no longer afraid, and feeling very pleased.
She thought she saw the scarecrow wink, and release a happy sigh, but knew, of course, it couldn’t be, it was just the breeze passing by.
Gretel went upon her way – she didn’t see the scarecrow turn – and didn’t hear him say, “I wish she wouldn’t go, for now I want to play!” The scarecrow did his best to rise upon his shaky legs, but found he wobbled much too much, so stayed upon his ledge.
Oh, but the sights he saw that night! A skeleton, a witch, a vampire, and a ghost – there was even an angel walking with a heavenly host. Each came by and admired him, and he felt flushed with pride, but a terrible monster frightened him – even worse than the monster’s bride.
The night grew late, the pageant thinned, and the Jack-O’Lantern’s candle began to dim. The scarecrow knew that his time would soon come to a close, and he sighed again, as a tear dripped into his nose. It was a sad little sigh, a lonely sigh, but just before the end of his light, he saw one last wondrous sight.
Little Gretel Gardner had slipped out from her bed, with a thought to bring the scarecrow a pillow for his head. She felt sad to see how dim his glow, and said how she would miss him so – then kissed his cheek and hugged him tight, and told him how glad he had made her, this very scary night.
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