“It’s big, it’s broad…” A voice smoked from the rooftop chimney: “It’s broad, it’s bright… It fills the sky of All Hallows’ Night…” From open windows somewhere, cobwebs drifted: “The strangest sight you’ve ever seen. The Monster Tree on Halloween.” The candles flickered and flared. The wind crooned in, the wind crooned out the pumpkin mouths, tuning the song: “The leaves have burned to gold and red The grass is brown, the old year dead, But hang the harvest high, Oh see!
