A Pumpkin's story

So there I was sitting around a fire telling my friends a story. The story began in 1866 on Halloween. A very chilly night in my patch near Dartwood, an industrial town south of Alabama. We (the pumpkins) had been dreading the night when we would have to decide who would go this time. We were bickering and bartering, until we heard a voice. A young human creature, with his sister and dad, they were looking for a pumpkin for Halloween.

"I want this one" the girl said.

"No, that one" the boy joined in.

Finally they picked me up and they all agreed that I was the one they wanted. I froze, too frightened to speak, until I sucked up enough courage to talk.

 
"you don't want me." I said.

They jumped back in astonishment as they'd never heard a pumpkin speak before.  I went on "I can get mouldy very easily and I have a history of smelling when people come round to stay. Yep a little trouble with the fossil fuels, I have little bad luck charms, and I am a little mischievous."

They said "we still want you" so took me home.

When we got there it was a beautiful place! I had never seen anything quite like it.  There was a fire, fabulous pictures and a friendly dog, basking by the crackling licks of the red hot log fire. They put me on a table and then I suddenly changed. I loved this place!  Cosy fire, friendly warm aura of sweet smelling fragrances. I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay  here forever. I wouldn't mind giving my life for Halloween! I was here, I was finally carved, and later I watched the Halloweeners playing in the streets.  And there I was, sitting in a window with a candle in my mouth. I watched as a spirit, finally happy, in my new home.

On The Other Side Of The Door

On the other side of the door the darkness filled the huge shadowy room.  Rats scurried across the floor, and spiders looked up from their meal of insects, on the dark and gloomy door.  A broken chandelier swayed lightly in the night as the wind whistled through the trees, In the blinding moonlight.  Then the traveller knocked on the door, his voice fading into the night.

"Is there anybody there" he said.

The rats scurried across the wooden floors And the spiders back to their webs.  And then all was silent.

Uluru -- An Aborigine Tale

One day in the Kansula tribe there was Sarasoom the chief, his consular adviser Starchieouwama, and his vast empire the Konulas. He was a happy man with a wife and two sons, Watcha and Sacha, and the villagers  loved him. But one day the general of the tribe came with dire news.
'My lord, the giant monster has returned!'

'What monster? who?' demanded Chief Sarasoom.

'The monster Uluru who your faithful wizard, Sara, banished 10 years ago.'

'What!' cried the chief, 'get all your men ready for attack!'

But it was too late as Uluru was already at the gates of the village and battering down houses to take the people inside. Then the chief spoke.

'Come to my castle, foul monster, and face me.'

The demon turned.

'Why do you attack my village and eat my people?'

The demon laughed and went to pick up the chief. The chief got up and tried to flee, but he was too late, Uluru ate him. But the monster didn't chew and once the chief was inside his stomach he started to control the beast and he took him far away and killed the beast whilst still inside him.  The beast fell to the floor killing the chief, he died for his village. And over hundreds of years the beast  hardened and made a huge cliff, and the tribes generations of children still remember the chief Sarasoom  and what he did for them and the children still climb over Uluru.

note: Uluru really exists. It is a huge rock in the Australian outback and is now a national landmark for tourists.