The Ancient Pumpkin

    The Ancient Pumpkin looked down upon his servants. Mice. Worms. Filth! Where was his mighty army! And here arrives the enemy.

    "Trick or treat!" the Ancient Pumpkin heard from behind himself, his permanent grin defying his true feelings. He summoned all of his mighty energy inside. The candle gave a small flicker.

    The same pronouncement repeated throughout the night, lessening over time, until it was silent. And then? Well, at least he had his mice and worms. They slowly ate away at him until he was a shriveled, gnarled, moldy shell of his once ancient glory.

    Then one bright November day, darkness fell suddenly upon him. He was hoisted into the air and roughly deposited into the trash bin. He might be off to the landfill, but he was playing the long game. Little did his enemies know that the Ancient Pumpkin had left his offspring to fulfill his legacy. And when they did, revenge would be his!