The spirits of the dead return to the world of the living, and children in strange costumes return to the streets — that's what you've seen every end of October, year after year. And from year to year, the entertainment was the same: laughing with a child wrapped in bandages or, in extreme, rare, but very pleasant cases, toilet paper, who claimed almost with tears in his eyes that he was a mummy, scaring passers-by, going to Halloween parties from which you the two of you will leave in the first few minutes, as soon as the food or drink is over, and the carving of pumpkins. It is noteworthy that the last item on the list has always been a failure.

On his head was a witch's hat, which you found in one of the shops the day before, having bought it for fun, and in his hands was a knife. The poor pumpkin, which your family was saving for some dishes, was now experiencing an extreme degree of torment, being in the hands of a busy and diligent guy.

You tried to do everything carefully, as much as possible, and after looking at Burnside's work, you could easily see that you were doing everything brilliantly. Apparently, that's what he thought about himself.

“Ha, my pumpkin is much cooler than yours!”