Madam, I'm happy to inform you that what are the guests has arrived early?

That's never good news, Mr. Darling.

Yes, but he's had a miss-hap.

Oh, lovely then. Continue.

It appears that Mr. Perkins has attempted to pulloy in a pumpkin from a permanent patch.

His eyes have already begun to glow.

Oh, dear.

Please bury him in the ground up to his new orange noggin until after the reading,

and then I'll try a spell to repair him.

It'll be a delight, Madam.

Happy Halloween, spooky lovelies, and welcome to the Midnight Library.

I am happily your haunting host, Miranda Merrick.

Please settle into your favorite spot in the reading room,

and we'll all enjoy some dreary Halloween lore.

I would love to offer you our snugly slanket, but sadly after the loremen's visit,

it had to be burnt twice.

I would like to take this opportunity to address a little something upfront with you,

our dear guests, as we're gathered here so conveniently tonight.

We've had several persistent inquiries from both the residents of the village,

as well as from the Barth Committee, you know, the Bureau of Agriculture and Regulated Farming.

All of them seeking to know just exactly why.

It is that a profusion of pumpkins continues to graciously grow with gusto

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