Before we knew it the mice were using their tails like a fiddle bow and the cats helped by holding taunt their whiskers to play the dancing melodies.
Wow, we were having a jamboree Broomhilda shouted. There were critters and spooks and goblins everywhere lining up for that shoe fly pie cooking in the kettles seasoned with herbs and oils made the old fashion way.
The brooms all joined in dancing and prancing their bristles fair, and the ones for just in case had found the magic water in the well. Oh hell !!!
Frogs danced with water spiders, crickets danced with bats, everyone was happy and laughing as Broomhilda danced with an ol' stray cat.
Globs of molasses were dropped into the pots, the sweet corn turned to candy, the figs into cookies, and apples carameled themselves. What a feast Mrs. Owl screeched. With thistles and thickets tossed into the fires of night keeping warm all the creatures and critters who shared in the nocturnal delights. The Jamboree continued till all fell asleep.
Then in the silence of the night without a witness in sight, Broomhilda did it, you guessed it …. That's right, she climbed high upon that platform ready to ride, Dawned her head with her nice black hat, Crawled into position and started it right up, revved it into a loud roar scaring everyone into glow worm condition, I am here to tell you, you have never heard such a varrrrroooomm sound.
This was a classic event, even the everyday house brooms who wish they were super models never sounded this exciting, there she, Broomhilda, sat in all her glory as she ruffled the broomsticks of every green blooded, hat wearing, shoe buckled, stripped socked, female like her by being the first to ride the one and only famous Harley-Davidson F-150 SuperCrew … that is a truck with attitude that has the best of both worlds. (mine and mine ).
Ahhh geeze, bet you thought I was gonna say a broom didn't ya. (Laughing out loud)
Ok I need to sum this up… well lets see where do I begin… there is a house, there is yard, a tree, critters, dancing brooms, a jamboree, and oh yeah, magic well water that could send you to hell… ok I am only kidding that's next year.
In reality life is just a simple piece of pie, what you think you see isn't always what is there, what you listen to isn't always what you hear. Get my drift or draft if you are like me and dance naked under the moonlight because that is what I do or perhaps I just sit chuckling at all those who believe that a cardboard box is just that, a container, but forget to envision it once was a tree.
Happy Halloween to all who choose to believe and better yet, know that what they believe is believable.
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