Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between the rolling hills and dense forests, there lived a mischievous pumpkin named Jack. Jack was no ordinary pumpkin; he had a face carved into his skin, with triangular eyes and a wide grin that could light up even the darkest night. Every Halloween, Jack would come to life and play tricks on the villagers, but this year, he decided to do something different.
Jack had always admired the way the children dressed up in their colorful costumes and paraded through the village. He wanted to join in the fun, so he found an old scarecrow outfit and slipped it on. The green hat and boots made him feel like a part of the festivities. As the night fell, Jack danced around the village, his arms raised high, as if he was conducting an invisible orchestra. The villagers were both amused and delighted by his antics, and for the first time, Jack felt truly happy.
