The cult leader reached the fields where her people toiled. They bowed as she approached.
“Family, our sacred book will now be replaced by…” Mother Rhapsody held up a triangle and struck a pure note. “This.”
As one the followers tore the pumpkins from the vines and flattened their leader.
…and this, dear children, is the origin of Halloween.
This time the prompt was “pumpkin.” Some will tell you they know full well the true origins of Halloween. I hope this story proves that in reality we rarely know as much as we think we do.
Top image courtesy of @bex-dk.