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Halloween Tale of the Werewolf's Garden Part 5-- Moxie Leads her to Mr Bunkin
As Mirabelle approaches the monument at the center of the garden, she begins to notice that she is not the only person who has been there for this harvest season of the Truffles of Truth.
The gravestone of the Warewolf has a solid concrete bench and matching table directly in front of it, and these are already surrounded by assorted gifts: bottles and vials of potions and ingredients; flowers, both in pots and fresh-cut; jewelry, and silver keys; even new brooms, and bottles of wine.
Mirabelle almost mistook the HUGE flickering jack'o'lantern for one of these gifts, but Moxie, sweet pup Moxie, she would not leave that pumpkin alone. She would hunker down and yip at it, like there was a mouse in there, and then rush back and circle around Mirabelle. Over and over again she repeated this bizarre behaviour, it was almost like she ways trying to say something!
"What IS it?" Mirabelle said almost jokingly to the dog, but Jack interpreteted that as Mirabelle finally speaking to him.
A deep, friendly, English accent boomed from the enormous orange gourd, "I DO believe your dog wants for you to have a small chat with me!"
Halloween Tale of the Werewolf's Garden Part 5-- Moxie Leads her to Mr Bunkin
As Mirabelle approaches the monument at the center of the garden, she begins to notice that she is not the only person who has been there for this harvest season of the Truffles of Truth.
The gravestone of the Warewolf has a solid concrete bench and matching table directly in front of it, and these are already surrounded by assorted gifts: bottles and vials of potions and ingredients; flowers, both in pots and fresh-cut; jewelry, and silver keys; even new brooms, and bottles of wine.
Mirabelle almost mistook the HUGE flickering jack'o'lantern for one of these gifts, but Moxie, sweet pup Moxie, she would not leave that pumpkin alone. She would hunker down and yip at it, like there was a mouse in there, and then rush back and circle around Mirabelle. Over and over again she repeated this bizarre behaviour, it was almost like she ways trying to say something!
"What IS it?" Mirabelle said almost jokingly to the dog, but Jack interpreteted that as Mirabelle finally speaking to him.
A deep, friendly, English accent boomed from the enormous orange gourd, "I DO believe your dog wants for you to have a small chat with me!"