The Witches Dance

We marched down to the meadow to watch the witches dance. Their bonfire was popping and crackling, you could hear it in France. I was so excited; my feet were doing a skipping kind of prance. I had never seen the annual Halloween festival’s witch’s dance. The ghosts and ghouls were standing around peeking at the thrall. There were all kinds of witches, dressed in finery from the mall. Welcome one and welcome all! Said the head witch, brave and tall. The dance started, and the meadow gleamed. I felt suddenly kind of small. I hid in the shadows with the ghosts and the ghouls, feeling afraid. They are the weirdest creatures from here to the Florida everglades. This was said by a ghost who his friend called Slade. I tried to sneak away but got caught by a ghoul in the shade.