Living In a Happy Jack O Lantern

She was living in a happy Jack-o-Lantern because it was fun. The ghosts in the night had left on a humungous five K run. The howling of the wind was dying down, sliding under the sun. Hello! I told the magic makers. I want my hotdog hot on a bun. There are no more buns, the faerie of the east promptly said. I knew this was a fib, for I saw two buns on her enormous head. Just give me a little time, and I will trade you a feathered bed. I told an old witch, whose face was enormously puffy and red.