Snolly Goster was a twelve-year old witch. Snolly Goster was out on this Halloween night walking her pet barking spider named Bumdinger. Snolly Goster held Bumdinger on a leash of gossamer thread.
Snolly Goster could mingle this night, without a spell, among all the happy young mortal trick-or-treaters and their parent escorts. This was Snolly Goster’s favorite night. It was every witch’s birthday.
Snolly Goster watched the orange Halloween Moon moving behind small dark clouds first as a crescent, then as a cat, then as a face, then as a number 3. Then the Halloween Moon peeked over the small dark clouds with orange rays like a sunburst.
Snolly Goster heard from behind herself, “Snolly! Hey, Snolly.”
It was Lob Lolly, her werewolf friend. It was very unusual for a witch and a werewolf to be friends but they were…
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