the jacks are frolicking again

The jacks are frolicking again I heard TomTom yell. We ran outside to see the result of the witches’ spell. Jack-o-lanterns were sitting quietly not doing a thing. Come on! Dance! Yelped TomTom, and do it with zing. The jacks sat silently, not moving the least little bit. TomTom stomped off angry after throwing a baby fit. Gossipy cat was not happy, and frankly, neither was I. I had been in the middle of eating my warm pumpkin pie.