Hello, it's October, friends. Happy Halloween from me, Lily. A frog who lives in a pond and

loves to tell stories. I've got not one, not two, but the three Halloween stories for you and

the first one goes like this. Once upon a time, there was a tiny family who lived in a pumpkin.

The tiny family had a tiny table where they ate pumpkin waffles on tiny plates with tiny

and put whipped cream on them with tiny spoons. They pushed back their tiny curtains to look out

the tiny windows carved into their pumpkin to see what the weather was like outside and to let

the sunshine in. They made their tiny beds and washed their tiny hands and sometimes the tiny

mom got out a tiny harmonica and they sang tiny songs with their tiny voices. They were grateful

that their problems were tiny and their health was sound. They had just one trouble in the world

which was that their neighbors did not trust them. They lived beside a compost pile at the back

of a witch's garden and as you know a witch's garden is riddled with squirrels and mice and fairies

and gnomes, sprites, brownies and sometimes golems. None of these creatures trusted the tiny family.

They were not fairy folk you see which are a known entity to squirrels and mice and gnomes

and sprites and brownies and of course to other fairies. They were tiny humans see and all of the

other creatures in the witch's garden had a healthy natural distrust of humans, even tiny humans.

It's not that the creatures were afraid of the tiny human family or hostile to them. Indeed,

they were just not kind to them and so the family couldn't count on their neighbors to look out

for them. One Christmas when the tiny family went to visit their tiny grandmother who lived in a

hollow birch log, a days journey away by Megpie. They returned to find a golem living in their

pumpkin home. Imagine how sad they were when it became clear that none of the other creatures in

the garden would help them chase the golem out. It's too dangerous to the garden gnome. I just can't

risk it. I have little gnome children to worry about. A were far too busy said the brownies on

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