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Autumn‘10 Spinnin’ Fairy Tale News!

Early release Surprises ManyIt wasn’t long after hundreds of families

had gathered in the ripe thickets of Peckover’s Apple Orchard when the first unusual signs and peculiar sounds were heard— ‘We heard the whispers, almost like a song. A strange language; familiar yet foreign.’ one witness said. Sure enough, forms soon began to emerge from the dotted hillsides, slowly at first and then

in incredible amounts. Single file, creatures from all walks of life began spilling into the orchard and causing uproars of Joy at their return. The Apple Orchard, many said, turned into a place of wonder. Peckover’s Orchard has been a place of release for those spirited away and held as fairy captives for as long as anyone can remember. If you’d lost a loved one during the year then the following Halloween meant you would surely be at the clus-ter of Apple trees, watching the hillside anxiously in hopes of their return. Sometimes the captives served their penance in just a short time, but other times they could remain as prisoners for years. Last year, reporters from the Filigree visited the orchard and followed several families as they waited, hopeful for the return of a loved one. While the moon was highest, the captives

slowly started appearing. Most appeared be-wildered and confused, while often times mumbling a strange language. Some of the returned captives were even completely al-tered— Earl Cahail, who had been ‘bald as a biscuit’ returned to his wife Karen after 7 years of captivity, sporting a full head of silken hair.

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was pleased to receive her son, Tomothy, who smelled like Fairy waters and was even more beautiful than before. Little Freddie Krommer was switched out for a changeling child and sent home some 200 pounds heavier. The re-uniting was plenty bittersweet, as the Mahoney family could attest: More than

21 years had passed since the disappear-ance of their father. Every year saw the Mahoney family faithfully and hopefully waiting at the orchard on All Hallow’s Eve, only to leave every year empty-handed, without the faintest sign of

Mr. Mahoney. This year, however, they finally got the surprise they had all been waiting for: ‘Our father retuned!’ said a beaming Mahoney daughter, ‘Well, a miniature version of him, but exactly like we re-membered him.’ Standing proud be-

side his family and looking young and healthy while bearing no strain of the last 21 years was Will Mahoney. A

completely proportionate minia-ture version that was hip tall to his 23 year old son, Ralph. Another happy ending was experienced by the Arbuchle

family of Pine Swamp. They waited six years for the return of their daughter Emily, who had been spirited away along with two

friends while playing in a forbid-den fairy ring. Earlier years had seen the safe return of her two companions, while Emily Arbu-chle remained captive until this year— ‘She looks just the same, as if a day hasn’t passed!’ Her parents smiled. So many captives were re-leased this year that it has even the scholars baffled— ‘It’s seen us re-calculate & re-examine what we believed to be

the strict protocol of spiriting away,’ Dr. Odell Osbourne said, ‘Most def-

initely. Either Fairy is too crowded or they’re making room for Winter! We’ll never know!’ One thing is for certain: Never play in the dangerous haunts of the wild Fairies, espe-cially during the shadowy and fragrant days of Autumn, when dead leaves can easily pile up on secret portals and trip up even the most seasoned Fairy Veteran.

...switched out for a changeling child

and sent home some 200 pounds

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Since last year’s monumental dispute between Vavrinia Fun Park and Tasty

Meadows Cemetery, things have taken a surprising turn: ‘Last year, the DeadResters were com-plaining about the new fun park and all the screaming and fun disturbing their peace-ful Rest,’ said Tasty Meadows worm and local reporter Thaddeus Stitt. ‘Then you have the fun park officials saying ‘That’s just too bad, and here ya go - some life long passes to the park’ to all these ghosts. In an attempt to appease the DeadResters, the passes were also extended to their living families. Well, the Dead Resters didn’t like this, and moaned about why any apparition would want to go to a fun park and be re-minded how fun it was to be alive and roller coasters losing their effect, blah, blah, blah. Suddenly what happened was this: One of ‘em started going over and checking out the place. Then another and then another. Before Vavrinia officials knew what hap-pened, the place was swarming with ghosts and their Goo; ya’know that stuff they leave behind them in a trail? Apparently it’s real difficult to clean up. So what do you have? Cleaning Crew after Clean-ing Crew quitting. Vavrinia starts getting messy. But that’s fine with them because the people keep on rolling in. Ordinary folks like seeing ghouls at a fun park! That is, until they start getting grossed out by the DeadResters. One thing people never count on is that stench that the ghouls carry with them from the grave. Well, they are resting and rotting most of the time! Dead-Resters carry this smell with them, like a mist or a cloud of putrid rot, and before

Vavrinia knows it, people stop buying food ‘cos they’re losing their appe-tites. Meanwhile, these Ghouls are hav-ing the time of their Deaths! The place is great. Mingling with the living. Spook-ing them by hopping on rides. Getting a kick out of scaring them. It’s all good fun. And Tasty Meadows Cemetery? Well, the place is booming! The plots are get-ting filled like there’s no other boneyard! A cemetery across from a Fun Park sud-denly becomes the deal of the century! But what’s Vavrinia to do? They made this bed and now they’re having to lie in it. Vav-rina administrators made a big whoop and holler last Spring about Tasty Meadows residents moaning about their park, and they said please come over anytime! So the Dead Resters did come over, and now it looks like it’s gonna be a Fun Park for the Dead! And every night they’re coming back, telling me these stories. Kick-ing back in their tombs, with stars above them and their feet up, laugh-ing about the night. All the people they’d scared and I’ll tell ya, never seen them Rest so good.

Vavr in i a Bemoans Fun Parkdirect from a Tasty Meadow Worm

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boot, his screams stopped

By the time the alarm sounded at the sta-tion, the train had already vanished into

the hillsides on its way to a mystery destina-tion. The route was unknown because the conductor was not on board— the conductor had sounded the alarm. ‘None of us were sure how it even pulled out of the station,’ said station manager, Alvin Spillers. ‘We knew one thing: something had to be driving the train.’ That information was more than any of the passengers knew. For all they were aware was that they had purchased tickets on the his-torical Diltz Express, a ride that was known to be a treat for the whole family. Winding around high above the valley gazing out over the colorful trees that looked so breathtaking this time of year - that’s exactly what every-one thought they were doing. ‘I didn’t notice anything was off until we pulled up to the misty train station and they got on,’ said train rider Willy DeHale, ‘One of them sat in front of me, sorta old fashioned looking and reading a paper. I think he even

looked at me and before you knew it, he van-ished. My wife told me it was a ‘projection’ and not to stare. Whatever it was, more and more of them climbed aboard and then sud-denly vanished as we headed up the moun-tain into the Forests of Drobny.’ In fact, many thought this was part of the famous Diltz Express Fall Package and were amused by the prospect of sitting next to an old apparition. ‘Are you kidding! I thought it was an excel-lent act!’ said passenger Lennor Stacey, ‘I had no idea how they got all the ghosts to co-operate. The mystery dinner theater hadn’t even begun and I was intrigued. I had to walk up to the conductor and congratulate him on the fine train he was running but this is when the strange stuff started happening.’ The train came to a screeching halt in a black tunnel. Passengers were stunned and confused. Then they heard the echoing whistle from someone outside the train. ‘It was uncanny. Some of us were excited, thinking it was a part of the act, but I was

pretty sure at that point that something ex-traordinary was going on. I peeked out the window and saw him: an old time train con-ductor seemed to be fiddling with the lights while whistling. That’s when everyone no-ticed him, too. The train slowly started rolling backwards and then we heard the screams. Terrible, agonizing screams and the crack-ing and crunching of bones! No matter how much we covered our ears we couldn’t escape the screams. They continued forever and the tunnel only magnified them. I realized then it was a ghost conductor and he had driven us up to this tunnel. The train was slowly moving and the screams continued so a couple of us decided to go out there and try to help him. The closer we got, the louder the screams became, but I don’t think he even saw us. His boot was stuck in the tracks and at that exact spot we actually found a boot with a bone wedged in it. As soon as we removed the boot, his screams stopped and the train stopped rolling.’ There, the passengers of the Diltz Express

waited until help arrived for them. Most peo-ple agreed it was the ride of their lives, but the Diltx Express will probably never experi-ence something like that again. Historians later discovered that it had in fact, been the anniversary of the mysterious disap-pearance of a train conductor named Jibben Cleeves. The boot with the bone is now on permanent exhibition at the Drobny Station, where Mr. Cleeves served as a train conduc-tor until the tracks took his life.

Diltz Express takes passengers forRide of their Lives

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On first glance, it would seem that there was no connection between the two

victims of the Haunted Horse Hill abduc-tions. Many called them merely victims of circumstance. How else were they to know that the victims held some secret scent, some strength, perhaps, that would cause the horses to snatch them up suddenly, buck them onto their misty backs, and ride them into Oblivion, never to be heard from since? For they, along with hundreds of others, had visited Haunted Horse Hill this time of year since childhood. ‘Oh, sure, she wanted to come every year,’ said the devastated father of Maye Gabor, who was taken last week. ‘That’s all she used to talk about.’ Maye, along with countless others, had longed for Autumn, a time when the veils between the living and the Invisible become just a tad thinner. A time when she could take a hayride up to the hill, with a small pail of freshly picked apples and oats, while holding her hands out and hoping that a warm velvety

nuzzle would choose just her apples and oats to nibble. ‘Every year she got a nibble. We were all impressed, we used to joke with her that she had a secret admirer,’ mourned Mr. Gabor. Seems the Gabors weren’t the only family to have that joke. According to close family member of earlier abducted child, Silas: ‘Little Silas Stenne, too. Every year he got a nibble and everyone on the hill used to gather around him as the ghost horses surrounded him. He was very popular. We used to joke that maybe

he was K i n g of the Horses!’ Locals say this is more than just a casual connection. ‘First of all, not many have seen the ghost horses. They only appear to certain folks. And to have them take a bite from both children’s ap-ples? Every year? There’s your connection. Now the question is why?’The Neighbors of the bald hill that sits sur-rounded by forest spend much of their days now speculating on the motives of the ghost horses. Many believe they want to Right the Wrong that happened in battle hundreds of years ago when many horses perished in an epic

struggle. ‘Maybe the children are meant to lead them into battle again,’ said young witness, Charlie Higgins. Others laugh that off as supersti-tious nonsense, declaring, ‘You can’t re-write the past!’ Still, both children were carried off in a hurry, as if racing to meet something or someone. Now the real question on everyone’s

mind mind is, will they ever return? Families can only hope they will. ‘Of course they will. I can’t fathom a sweet horse kidnap-ping our daughter and never returning her,’ said proud mother Delphia Gabor. ‘They’ll bring her back, soon as she fulfills whatever it is she was meant to do.’

2nd Snatching at Haunted Horse HillHorses choose Victims Carefully

Popular Attican Lamplighter, Bertus Pinch leaves his home behind and sets out on the high seas, led only by the strange formations in the clouds that show him the way...

the Lamplighter’s Lullaby

October 16Strange to see Onetoe and Curse hop about the decks with

their plant heads and rat feet. Marvellous how they’ve adapted

so quick! A fascinating breed the rat. After the horrid island that tried to lure us with their cakes and sweets only to try to plant us in their gardens for later eating, we made it safe away and have been at sea ever since. The greyness is deeper and the nights are colder. Hard to tell where my friend the cloud is with his misty fingers. We sail until we stop. That’s a sailors way. At the mercy of the wind. October 31The ship rats along with Cap’tn Paki and I have m a d e make shift jack o’ lanterns carved out of drift-wood and they sit along the corners of the ship with their flickering grins. Makes us feel a piece of home. Water ghosts and spirits

have been breezing by but never stop to say Boo! Always seems that water creatures are the coldest. November 7Can’t help but notice Onetoe and Curse shivering in the corners and looking awfully dried out. Everytime I ask they shrug it off and say their fine and happy to be plants. But it can’t be! I brushed by Curse earlier and a withered leaf fell off. I think they’re wilting. We must get them to land. If I plant them will they make roots? Where’s an old ship witch

when you need one?November 17We made an Emergency landing on a tiny is-land with only a few shrubs. Curse and

Onetoe could no longer make it. we carefully brought them ashore and did the only thing we could: we planted them in the lush earth. It began to rain as they lay there but I could see already that a change was rippling through them. The

earth was dark and the rain came fresh but they wanted to come with us. Instead, they were trapped as plants on some tiny island in the middle of nowhere. As we sailed away, we could just barely make out

their tiny faces peek-ing out to us from their leafy foliage. But what

else could we do? November 29

Can’t believe our turn of luck! After sailing for several days we came upon

a small but bustling port. Full of friendly folk and warm rooms. We had a hearty

supper and now I’m retiring in a snug bed. The sea is always with me somehow. It’s cold clutch has wrapped itself around my soul and the 2 faces of my trusty ship rats stare at me from their island prison.

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...every year she got a nibble ,‘

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The Second Annual Riddlecraft Retreat will take place over four weekends this

November. Organizer and riddler guru Professor Storey Foote said, ‘It’ll be four berries in a Pie!’ Last Fall, Professor Foote’s riddling success brought riddlers from all walks of life out of the woodworks. Since that event, Professor Foote and the Riddlecraft Society decided to make the Retreat a tradition. Now, many riddlecrafters wait and practice all year for the Riddlecraft Retreat! ‘Last year was my first time but definitely not my last,’ said amateur rhymer Orpha Burch. ‘I’m new to riddling but have found in riddles and rhymes a reason to get out of bed in the morning. Even when the Sun is black like coal and without heat, riddles tug me along and make me eat.’ Nonsense is commonplace and swirls with-out bias between creatures that not only

understand this sort of communication but prefer it to ordinary structures. ‘This year, Minadarko is giving us the free-dom to take over the entire Blue Ballroom, making it the largest Riddling hub ever. There will be the much loved Riddling Re-lay Races and back-to-back classes, lectures, and amusements featuring last years favorites: Fay Staggoni, Ferely Kitt, and Rodney Rails-back. In addition, I will also be offering Mas-ter Classes focusing on symbolism in Rhyme and Riddles.’ Professor Foote also encouraged the curious to attend and promised that there is only fun to be had with Riddles. ‘There is no judg-ment. We offer a safe haven for individuals who look for Meaning in Nonsense and also those that look for Nonsense in Meaning. Be-tween two trees. That’s where we are. Trees grow and twist but not without wind. Be the wind!’

Riddlers, Rhymers & Raconteurs Reunite!

The Cakes of Shady Grove, a neighbor-hood lining the Merla Swamp that was

recently the haven for the notorious ‘Swamp Thief’, will be hosting a neighborhood potluck party. Everyone region round is welcome. After the ghoul dubbed ‘the Swamp Thief’ was finally seized last Summer, the neighbor-hood has been able to sleep sounder and come together in ways that neighbor Matilde Alvin called, ‘A miracle! We never spoke be-fore! Just the presence of one another was a nuisance. I just wanted to gaze out over my piece of swamp. That is, until—

…Until a ghoul haunted the serene banks of the swamps, leaving muddy trails and tracks across their beautiful lawns and dining rooms. With his gooey claws, he stole their good silver; the kind that’s been well tended and passed down for generations. The thief moved silently, able to collect astonishing amounts in his dark oilcloth sack, and would slip back into the still and misty waters with-out a sound. ‘After he took Innis, that’s when we really started to garner attention,’ concluded Mrs. Alvin.

Innis Abernathy’s disappearance was the last straw for many. Last Fall, neighbors huddled together,lit jack o’ lanterns, and made small floating cakes with flickering candles to set adrift on the still swamp, sprinkled with writ-ten prayers. Then, miraculously, the Ghoul was seized, ending everyone’s fears. Innis was returned, as if emerging from a mist. Now the neighborhood has found a commu-nity together, one where they won’t hide their silver away but instead use it to slice through cakes and treats that are baked for friends.

the Cakes of Shady GrovePotluck Party to mark Abernathy’s Return

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Misty Tightrope Procession at Chabra Falls Unsuspecting picnicers and strollers who

had come out to the Chabra Falls to enjoy the moon rise were privy to a shock-ing treat that took many of them minutes to mentally sort out. ‘We were watching the Falls, ‘ said witness Merry Farrar, ‘and the moon was coming up but you could still see the bright Autumn foliage, when suddenly, out of the churning waters we saw the first one.’ The shimmering form of a tightrope walker came carefully across the falls. Then another followed quickly af-ter and seemed to float delicately over the misty wire that stretched itself tight across the roaring Falls. ‘Then we realized what was happen-ing: It was the ghosts of fallen tightrope walkers past.’ In fact, as they came one by one across, the crowd began to grow and it wasn’t long before rippling rumors rose between them. ‘We recognized Ethel Susanka, the poor dear who succumbed to the Falls during the Spring before last. She pirouetted without fear across the rope and then, just as she was finished, she was swallowed up again by the Falls - but we all saw it. Yes, we did.’ —After Ethel came the recognizable top hat of Parlee Mikels, who had followed Ms. Susanka that fateful Spring. His vaporous arms did a delicate balancing dance as his

toes glided expertly across to the finish, where he was finally able to complete the act that so violently took his life. Other unrecognizables flitted across and were able to prove their skills while putting on a show that the lucky few spectators would always remember. Perhaps most astonishing of all was famed tightrope walker and champion Damora Dunn, Cromora Nicholson’s own dear mentor. Ms. Dunn rose up from the Falls all ablaze in moonlight

and frothy pet-ticoats and began her jaw-dropping performance across the rope. ‘She danced, twirled, and even flipped. Her foggy

curls shot out from all sides and her wand poked at the night, shooting streams of white water. After that, all we heard was just the thundering Falls like an applause. We all wondered if we were crazy.’ ‘They’re not crazy, ‘said Chabra Falls historian and Tightroper expert Na-thaniel Hulone. ‘A mass hypnotism of this scale is unlikely. It is probably a healthy act of redemption for those spirits who never got to pass the Falls. Why tonight? Why only a handful of walkers? We’ll never know.’

the Towered Town of Tewskberry

If you haven’t visited the beautiful coun-tryside of Tewksberry, then there is no

better time than the flaming months of Fall. Marked on the Historical Registry of endangered places, Tewksberry sits high aloft with its clusters of ancient towers and gates watching over the Sangamon Forest. Its tall turrets do more than host hundreds of bird, insect, and fairy species; the turrets also have recently welcomed the New Immigra-tion of the Liandnar Dragon. The dragons typically live deep in the surrounding caves, emerging only at night to take part in many Evening Festivities. ‘They are most welcome in Tewksberry, as is any creature,’ said Mayor Lewis Gabel, ’Our town attracts special people and our folk spare them the gawking. New residents

in turn get to enjoy the spectacular views and culture of our town.’ And there is plenty of culture. From the famous Fortnightly Barn Revelry, to the Anglesley Graveyard Jig, Tewskberry has become a popular safe haven for artists, mu-sicians, and families wanting to live closer to Nature. After a lengthy restoration that initially found the fragile towers of Tewksberry ne-glected and in poor condition, the town has slowly been returning to its former glory. Now, bustling streets spill over with flower and fruit markets, and plenty of social activi-ties are scheduled to bring in new creatures from all walks of life. ‘What’s the point of having all this beauty, if you can’t share it?’ Mayor Gabel summed up.

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Enchantment Emporium sees Boom

thanks to Sculpture Museum debacle

Mrs. Tally Finnis of Attica is thrilled to see the hustle and bustle and general new and youth-

ful curiosity spill through the big glass doors of her Enchantment parlor. ‘I think people were tickled and their interest was sparked,’ she said in reference to the recent hap-penings at Ludwig Lystilla sculpture museum dur-ing Summer’s Maricopa By Night’s Festival. ‘On the one hand, spectators got to enjoy the historical arguments of the sculptures, but on the other, they could sense the strength of Enchant-ment; that inability to fully control something else, even through Magic. Though,’ she assured, ‘even mishaps like those are rare.’ Last season, Maricopa by Night attendees got far more than they bargained for when they entered the dimly lit corridors of the stunning and ancient Sculpture Museum. Accustomed in the past to seeing slightly enchanted sculptures who were al-ways known to blink or cough or giggle as to add a bit of amusement, many were simply not prepared mentally for the amount of interaction that followed.

Among the sculptures, fights broke out, hissing and animosity were commonplace, and absurd threats were flung, all in front ofthe shocked guests. ‘Most of the time, a well concluded Enchantment must meet certain regulations as well as pass safety standards,’ Tally added, ‘I’m inclined to say that whoever was in charge of the Sculpture Enchant-ments may have been cutting some corners.’ Whatever the case, the Museum promptly issued a lengthy formal apology and assured the public that it would not happen again. And Enchantments are, after all, supposed to shake things up and give your heart a pounding. Even while standing around such a pleasant and cozy parlor such as this one, the energies bottled up are fierce and ready to be let loose. Energies with eyes that seem to peek out at you, imploring the passer-bys to give them a try. But no, the only way anything will be tried in here, Tally Finnis assured all, is by an unlocking for which only she possesses the key. Most agree, they wouldn’t want to ever get on the wrong side of an Enchantment again.

We all enjoy the creaks and groans of an

abandoned house. The kinds of houses where mold and rot

are welcome and where peeling wallpaper is commonplace. Some of us

can hear their stories; tales of earlier ten-ants and their memories and hopes for the future, while others of us can’t help but feel the sudden pinch of repulsion at the piles of old trash that are scattered like broken dreams. But what if you could feel a dash of both? That’s what the Abandoned House Tour

in Velpen hopes to accomplish. ‘A careful balance of Intrigue and Wonder

sprinkled gingerly with Disgust,’ said director, Newton Briy, ‘a difficult recipe. but when you get it

right— it’s a real treat.’ ‘Treat or not, it’s something to behold!’ said house tourer,

Stacy Hren, ‘I’ll tell ya, I don’t know how they made those

houses whisper but they did! It was like eavesdropping on gossip, but only the good stuff! That house knew how to pick the juicy bits!’ The tour consists of three large abandoned houses. One even has an apple orchard that unfolds itself like a mystery. Groups will find themselves in the middle of a ‘whodunnit’ trying to get to the root of the house’s abandonment. ‘The holes in the floors; it’s like you don’t notice them. It’s like they transform themselves before you and you’re trans-ported into the past when it was warm and bustling. Later it’s kind of sad, though.’ said visitor, Jeff Brigsy. Organizers of the event hope it will not only be popular, but also successful in the way of finding new owners for these houses that they endearingly refer to as their, ‘Orphans.’

the Abandoned House Tour

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Ray Shalaye SquierClass of ‘10

Change is the law of Life. The seed becomes the plant, the plant blooms and becomes the seed~ an endless cycle. Now we are

confronted with a new change, and our hearts are filled with Sadness and Joy. ~Joy at a task accomplished, Sadness that never again will we drift in just this path. There are no friendships as those formed under intense Fear and Trial, Success and Failures. Through these corridors we have wandered together and we have emerged stronger and braver. May the class of ‘10 forever Endure! Ray Squier Shalaye Academy has long been an established Insti-tute, existing even before anyone can remember. Think of what it has meant and continues to mean to this Community! Properly directed, Haunting is the broom that sweeps away Arrogance from the path of Reality. They who build a school build wiser than they know. Teach the Spirits Patience!~ for the worst of them abstain. Teach them loy-alty!~ they are loyal. They say, before death is reached the Apparition is already fully formed, for good or evil to be changed only by the Grace of Nature. Our school has loyally and successfully met all demands upon it and from its portals each year go ghosts and ghouls, better fit to wreak a proper Haunting on the Living. With four pupils having passed on during the year, the Class of ‘10 is composed of three poltergeists, two apparitions, four Zombies, six Spirits, and two Ghouls. We have tried to express our Respect & Affection for our school. We wish also to pay tribute to those who have so faithfully haunted with us, aiding here, comforting there, and serving with the patience of Lantos and the Wisdom of Fejes, our Teachers! With Esther Fitz we’ve studied the ancient scriptures, deciphered their riddles, and cracked the codes of Curses. Temmy Stelle showed us the wonders and mysteries of Nature and how to control our appearances in the Physical World. Our beloved Drama Teacher Delphia Brye put the bass in our ‘Boos!’ and gave us hideous faces that we will always treasure. Creed Nemes helped us unravel History and explore hidden labyrinths in Time. Dear Teachers, we thank you! May our future Hauntings reflect credit upon you. May your memories be kindly ones with our fear and timidity erased and bravery and horror in their place. Your hands were the ones at the helm of each of our early voyages and may you Curse us as we Curse you.

A Werewolf’s Guideto Winter Living

Winter is usually a delightful time for Werewolves with lot’s of dating and

social activities as well as unusually easy hunt-ing as prey is prone to be more unsuspecting and weak this time of year. As they leaves turn from orange to red and finally fall down, only to be blown away, we smile to ourselves knowing that this season is ours. As our coats become more thick and glossy now is the time for deeper conditioning and plenty of brushing to keep it looking its supple best. I love hair oils that smell deeply of roots, woods and spices and I usu-ally keep a collec-tion of my favorite vials of scent well stocked and ready for generous use in the Winter. Something about the chill whisking away our heavy colognes calls for more of it to be used and that is fine. Teeth need extra whitening powder. The sheer and overwhelming abundance of food this time of year, sits unsettled, upon our fangs. A good tooth powder will do the trick and keep them scrubbed and sparkling with shine. Nothing like the pride of a werewolf for his den. The warm embrace of a quiet home after a night of parties and hunting. One must have a thoughtful sitting area in front of the

fire where you can sit and reflect upon all the marvelous events of the evening. Did you make a new friend? Witness or even, perhaps were yourself involved in a fight? A chair must be fashionable yet practical displaying the many drawers and compartments that is necessary for a werewolves late night groom-ing ritual. Virage’s Dept. Store carries a fine & fancy collection. All the cleaned utensils for a proper manicure must be available and must be sharpened. Nails grow more quickly

over Winter some say it is the Fault of the Full Blood Moon this time of year but what-ever the case, keep them cleaned filed but still sharp. Remember: nothing speaks silent volumes of a wolf like the shape his nails are in. Decorative candles

around the den help encourage late night imaginings. Especially scented with pure es-sential oils of Camomile and Lavender. This will ease you into sleep but not before you’ve enjoyed your warm Winter brew of herbs. A tired wolf needs constant hydration and care-fully selected concoctions will aid in not just deep sleep but less tormented dreams. Try my favorite blend of : Skullcap, Passionflower Herb, Valerian Root, and Lavender Flowers for a rest fit for a Wolf.

by Gergeley Flynn

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Apple Festival Dauphin Wood Oct 29-30. Apple Enthusiasts

everywhere: You won’t want to miss out on the annual Apple Festival. Black Twigs, Jubilees, Blushing Golds and more! Warm Apple Pies and Cider and crisp and creamy Caramel Apples! Enjoy the cozy strolls through acres of some of the finest Apple Orchards Region Round! Artisans + Activities

Haunted Horse Hill- Do you dare to visit the spectacular Haunt-

ed Horse Hill? Do you risk being chosen by one of the Ghost horses and whisked away on a vapory mis-sion? Tours continue into Winter where hay filled wagons will wind their way up to the bald mountain that sits surround by lush Autumn Forests. Pails of Apples and other treats will be available to feed the Horses. Wagon Rides 12-8pm Sat. & Sun.

Art Now opens doors to host, ‘HUNGRY ’ an introspective into

creatures eating habits through 2D, 3D and Performance. Doors open, Nov. 5 and shows runs 3 weeks.

Deadresses Fashion Show, Rashodi Hall

Time to mark your calenders for the Grand Gala Event. Plenty of exciting new designers will make their debut as well as some of last years favorites. Presented by Ruby Cordray. Nov. 30

Carivell University’s International Inventors Day opens Dec. 9 &

10 and will showcase many new Inventor Talents with cutting edge demonstrations, Exhibitions, Lec-tures and Seminars. Not to be missed for Inventor Aspirants and En-thusiasts.

Bone Dancing! Join Anglesley in Tewksberry as well as every other

Boneyard in the Region for every-one’s favorite seasonal pastime of Bone Dancing! On site shovels and gigantic Bone fires will be provided. Let’s hope loved ones come back to dance in their old bones!

Story Telling Festival in Pine Swamp Riddlers! Rhymers! Raconteurs!

Crawling out of the woodworks will be some of the best yarn spinners around! Country Buggy Rides! Candle and Soap making! Master the Colored Candle Flame! Meet and Greet with

Writers. Patchwork quilts for story lis-tening. Featuring: Blood Curdling, spine Tingling and Nail biting Suspense Stories of the Season!

Diltz Express Fall Package offers an exciting trip through the Drobny

Forest. Complete with Dinner Mystery Theater and stops at Enchant-ing never seen before places! Included in package is a peek at the mystery conductor boot recently revealed to a train of unsuspecting passengers. Enjoy the spectacular Fall Season of the Forests.

Witch Refreshing Courses, Extended! at J.J. Phipps Au-

ditorium in Pontabry 2-4pm every

Sunday through December. Lost your edge? Are your brews weak? Is the Future Cloudy? Come & get Refreshed before the New Year!

Anglesey Graveyeard Jig1st and 3rd Saturdays through Fall &

Winter. Once again the Lee-Lizenbee band will be joining the mystical waltz with the phantasms of Anglesey’s Favor-ite Boneyard. A misty procession against a beautiful Moon backdrop. Bring your dancing shoes and happy spirit!

October Dance on City Pier in Attica Come out to Attica Pier in all your

Costumed Glory under the ol’ Hal-lowed Moon! Sunday Festivites start

from 11 am with plenty of Supersti-tions, Sweets and Scares! Absolutely No Entrance without Costume!

Bayonne Ballet presents, ‘Knock, Knock’ recently proclaimed a

‘Suspenceful and Intriguing Master-piece mixing Classical dance with Classical WhoDunnit’ by 1-2-3 maga-zine. Performances run from Nov. 7 - 21

Sebra Pollard Museum, Sibley has the much talked about ‘Dark Days:

A Winter’s Preperation’ exhibit still running until the 19th of Nov. If you haven’t already seen it, now’s the chance.

Patrenk Pound will be reading from her book of Poems entitled,

‘Shattered’ Tues. Nov 23. at Chari-ton’s Main Library from 5-7 with light refreshments served.

Vavrinia Fun Park , Peoria chock full of Spooks, Ghouls and Goblins!

No other park offers this arrray of Free Amusements. Vavrinia Boasts the Only and Original Ghost Staff here to assist you in anyway, from making their famous pancakes to add-ing that extra bit of Boo on the rides; at Vavrinia there’s something special for everyone!

Ball o’ Bogatha for Woodland Crea-tures: from Sept- Dec every Sat.

evening. Gathering begins at twilight. The Bogatha Bog is a protected safe haven for creatures that need a break from it all. Musical guests include the Anura Toad Choir.

Cooking with Alice Elliot. Popular Halloween Recipe Writer, Alice

Elliot will be giving demonstrations of some of her favorite recipes from her

best selling book, Trick or Treat! Terri-ble Treats to Tempt!, as well as offering tidbits of the treats to taste! Join her at De Marie’s in Quinby Dec. 12.

Mosegin opens it spooky ghost town doors to thrill seekers again this

year but without as much fear. After last years discovery by Braveheart Arlie Lippett of Toothless Timmy’s gambling weakness, Mosegin has turned into a novelty bringing thrill seekers far and wide to try their wits at a poker game with the poltergeist of Toothless Timmy. Open to the public during the Fall and Autumn.

AUTUMN EVENT CALENDER

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HELP!

from the Horsetor ianDear Horsetorian, My baby passed away not long ago and now I’m left with her adorable little apparition that still needs love & nurtur-ing. Everyone’s trying to give me advice on how to raise a ghost baby; even ran-dom ghosts come giving advice about how to care for my own baby! Even a misty wet nurse came and insisted she feed the howling baby her ghost milk. I admit, it helped but she’s still my child—or isn’t she? Who does a ghost baby belong to anyway? Mother of a Ghost

Dear Mother of a Ghost, The baby will stick with you until she’s ready to move on—but ghosts also have responsibility in the raising of this child. Since you will be haunted until this baby moves on it would be wise of you to take the Ghost’s advice because they can hear her cries much louder and with greater annoyance than you can and it deeply dis-rupts their Peaceful Rests. HH

Dear Mr. Horsetorian, Autumn’s a busy time for a Worm. Clean-ing up Nature after the Summer requires great dedication and I’m just not feeling it with the younger generations. They never seem to follow through. I see all these half nibbled piles of leftovers—. What’s going to become of Nature? I’m terrified for the Future! Are we to be bur-ied in Decay and Debris? Doubting my Descendents Dear Doubting my Descendents Listen up Grandpa, here’s the Deal: When things were so organized when you were a kid and everyone was so polite and respectful and everything was built to last, all the older generations were saying the exact same things about you! And so Nature goes on— without a care! HH

Hi Horsetorian, It’s hard to be taken seriously this time of a year especially when your a big ol’ scraggly monster of a Tree with no par-ticular talents or attributes. I suddenly grew twice my size this past summer and with each leaf I lose I feel more awkward. How will I survive this long Winter, to-tally naked and exposed? Trembling Teen Tree

Dear Trembling Teen Tree, Look on the bright side: When the storms come sweeping, you’ll be dancing in the wind and it’s said to be the most liberating thing a Tree can experience. So treasure it while it’s here! HH

Hello Horsetorian, Last year, I fell madly in love with a mummy and we were quickly married— it was a whirlwind Romance. Now, I’m overwhelmed by all of his traditions and customs and habits that always have to be his way. Since, he has a few thousand years of experience, he thinks he’s right about everything. Now, he wants to have children and I’m getting cold feet. Mummy Wife

Dear Mummy Wife, Mummies are very traditional Crea-tures and your husband most definitely expects you to become a Mummy when you expire, meaning you’ll be together for eternity! That is a serious consideration. Another one being that the Mummy Curse becomes very strong if you have offspring and will follow you for Life if you break up the family. A few things to think about! HH

Mr. Horsetorian, I’m a spider and at this time of year when things get spookier and leaves start falling - everyone, I mean everyone asks me to spin a ‘little’ web for them. Most of these little web requests are over door-ways with complicated messages weaved on them or in nooks and crannies which can be very time consuming. but they all just laugh and say, ‘just make something cute’ as if I have nothing else better to do. Meanwhile, the bugs are laughing at us! It’s hard to tell friends & family, ‘no!’ How do we do it? Cobweb Maria

Dear Cobweb Maria, Tell them your food source is catching on and unless they want to cook for you everyday and night in exchange, you’ll have to decline. HH

Dear Horsetorian, All the other girls in my class have found ghost dates to the Misty Waltzes and are all so excited. I lied and told then I had, too yet truthfully, I’ve never seen a ghost let alone been asked out to dance by one! How do I attract one? Seeking a Spook

Dear Seeking a Spook, Hang out at Lake shores, with your hair down while gazing wistfully at your reflec-tion with preferable, a full moon behind

you and plenty of dreams of a long, lost love in your heart— Fake it! They wont know the difference and are very fond of mortal romantics! HH

Hey Horsetorian, So tired of flying south for the Winter with my family! My parents bicker the whole way. My dad never knows how to get there. My sister and I fight constantly because we’re tired of being in the same family. My parents won’t let me stay be-hind because it’s some sort of ‘ancient tra-dition’. How do I persuade them? Are we there yet?

Dear Are we there yet? Have you tried the broken wing tactic? You would need to study up because it’s far from perfect and any old bird would know your faking but it’s probably the only thing that would ever work to keep a bird from flying south. Talk to Geoffrey at Stump’s in Dauphin Wood, he’s an ex-pert in these matters. HH

Dear Horsetorian, Fall’s here again and I can feel it in what used to be my bones. I’ve never been what you call a scary ghost. I’m more of a ‘Ghost of Christmas past’. All of my friends put so much peer pressure on me to be scary and powder and soap people’s houses and to scare the heebie jeebies out of them when I really just want to give them a hug— not a fright. Sappy Spectre

Dear Sappy Spectre, If you feel like hugging them, — then do it! You’ll get the hug and they’ll be scared out of their minds. It’s a win-win! HH

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HSeasonal SuggestionsH

SEASONS

When large groups of Spiders scurry across a wall, there will be Rain

HBake a cake in the morning and as the storm rises, so too will your cakeH sweets that are over baked can cause sudden nasty wartsHUse the finger of a Corpse to rid oneself of bothersome Lumps HTap danc-ing will keep Corpses away from your door as stomps startleH Carry your breakfast tea bag wrapped up in a Ribbon and see the face of your true love by noonHAl-though one has lost a leg one has gained Luck!HIt is better to be Lucky and Leg-less than HandsomeHCarve your Jack o’ Lantern and slowly your Beloved’s face will warp to matchHJack o’ Lanterns placed on still Swamps carry important messagesHTwilights listen best to Candle-light flickerHAutumn apples are best col-lected in the short minutes of Twilight to be kept good all yearHDo not fear if you see a Mummy or Skeleton during the Twilight hours of Fall, they only wish to exchange CabbagesHthe Happy dance in the Moon while the sad stay in the ShadowsHA deal made between Friends is stronger than be-tween StrangesHWhen a Sranger points the way, it is always the quickest and best Road thereHWhen a journey is dark, Light is at the end of the TunnelHThe best way to cross a Mountain is to go through itHEx-pect the UnexpectedHPay a Wood Hag a cabbage for good AdviceHAlways pay in full before drinking a DroughtHLeave a button on your trail before returning home, for a safe JourneyHHome is protected by Spiders and plants, if you leave a window cracked HTend a fire with care and calm, fire flames sing their own types of Song-HLet things take their time~

.........Twist, Unravel and Unwind....

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isco hll

Life is a strange thing when you wind up here

full of wonder, joy and loads of fearafraid someone will take it away

and you’ll end up like me someday

Maggielindy

tip toeing across the skyover prairies and mountain sides

somethings chasing I can feel it close behind

is it my soul I hear that faintly cries?

jennieblack

this Jelly world so bright and fancy!

I’ll learn to walk and soon after dancing!

rasia kazaz

Went sneaking with some misty man up over the hill

looked icy but couldn’t feel the chill he shoved me into a warm room

dark and shadowy and felt like gloomuntil he started to Boo! and then I realized who-

my very own grandfather, prankin’ the living!He says we’ll have great fun on Thanksgiving!

lennor thuri

granville crews

they dance! these creaures of the night! Strong and Long and Full of Boom and Might

they sweep me up in their Ghost charadeand before I know it,

I too am marching in this misty Parade!

I’ve got flaps that hang at my sidesmy mother tells me I’ll use them to fly

For now, I’m buried deep in a nestwhere I’ll wait until Spring and rest

georginareyo

I have to get out of here!Seems I scream this in circles

and no one hearswhere is this light

I heard about my whole Life?must be a door somewhere....

la rance Mellott

Moaning? Are they? About what they miss?

When look around, they have all this?Unbelievable!

—the Human soul!The grass is always greener with them! Their chances of ever being content?

Slim. Nancy pitts

casair cline

olive sapo

2 potions mixed together and I was bornbut they said I was wrong

so I was scornedthrown out with the dishwater

only to get swept up in a streambut I like it here!

It’s not nearly as bad as it seems!

Mollie garrettI remember drinking the drink

though they said you couldn’t tastebut it had a strange undercurrent of paste

but I got it downthough I probably should’ve not

now I rest beneath lilies and wait to Rot

walterMobus

Having 200 siblings is a Joy!Don’t know whose a girl or boy

we have fun counting cowsand getting lost

in this rotten ol’ house

I hear the giggling and laughing of my best friend

as onto the ice she pushed me init’s echoing in my ears still

but why, me? did she wish me ill?I sunk below and she floated above

in a light vibrant glow full of Love

sheridan ross

they said Vampires don’t Die?well how come

I stepped out into the Sunand fried?

Seems the Undead are here dancing with the Deceased!

They may snark and look away but at least I didn’t die

of Disease!

Phebe bates

Leafy smells when they drop and mush up

warm soup pured into a cold cupa crackling fire and a sweet treat

wooly socks wrapped tight around my feet‘ things I miss

ah, earthly bliss

A Message!..I brought from the other side

Something Important! ...to do before I die

yet the longer I’m here the more I forget

I’ll make sure this message won’t turn to regret—

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“Me hands be knottedand tired, the veins

ropin’ bout them likebits of twisted wire

un I heave a sigh un a ho—un take me a little restlet the earth be calm

un be at her beautiful best....”

THEE STARS

G E M I N I

Bubblin’ un Brewin’seems it’s got a secret in store!

Give me yer copper un it’ll tell me if yer a bore!

Snore! yes I see it’s in tha future, that’s right!Winter’s rising up

un it’s hibernating timeso Goodnight!

C A P R I C O R NA strange dark sludge

turnin’ thicker than muda-ha! A copper, that’ll be nice

ta melt this thing that’s grown cold like Ice

un when it freezes like so—there comes a flourishin’

wantin’ ta growso unfurl yer heart

AQUARIUS

aha! see the colors turn like Autumn leaves, yellow un black like a swarm of bees!

You! Yes, give me yer penny let’s lean over un take a peek,...

hmmm, ya best ta watch that ya don’t get stung

by vicious words that will soon be flung...

L E OAngry un Fierce

un hungry for a coin!go on! throw it in, be you girl or boy—

a dreamy lad! why, look at the dreams in yer eyes!

but will ya share yer dreams?...or keep ‘em as a prize?

Pack ‘em in tha dirt un grown them up strong

then when they blossom in Spring— they’ll be for everyone!

A R I E SSneakin’ round tha swirlin’ pot

watch as it grows Fierce un Hot!Hoo-Hoo! Ya’ve got a smileyer heart be on yer sleevebe careful not ta flaunt it

while those ‘round ya grieve!

S C O R P I Oa mesmerisin’ pool—

if ya sit starin’ it’ll turn ya into a fool!

un we all know how fools acttoo happy when glad un goofy when sad

act yourself un you’ll never go wrong

un at the end of it all ya can call that yer Swan Song!

hehe

S A G I T T A R I U S

Now me sludge has stopped un is turnin’ thick

throw a rock in it or yes, poke it with a stick!

You, too, ain’t moving!why, it says so right here!what’s got inta ya, dear?

Is there something round tha bend

ya Fear??

V I R G Oa tired brew!

bored and blanddon’t know what’ll it say

aha! tis a nice, cool copper in me hand

see her spinnin’ round with secrets boilin’ then never ta be found—

Yer secret , must keep it tucked safe away

un never let it out, me brew says!

P I S C E Sooooh, none like a brew that be dark un scary

in these Autumn months ‘tis good ta be weary—look over yer shoulder

somthins followin’ quick behindbut ta that pay no bother

nor should ya mindteehee!

C A N C E Rsmackin’ un clappin’gotta stop me brew

from gettin’ excited about you!Going somewhere?

hmmm,. it seems ta think so!A journey on tha horizon glows!

so though it may, take you away

don’t ever come back until yer ready ta stay

T A U R U SJumping’ and Squealin’

me brew does a quick dancethrow yer copper in—c’mon give it a chance!

aha! Yer not shy–so take the night by the neck!

un not a hint ta those wantin’ ta know

when yer comin’ back!

LIBRAme brew grows stormy un sloshes to tha sides

it doesn’t know what ta make of that gleam in yer eyes

jaha! tha penny helps it see a bit clearcome closer, yes, gather near—

something dark is biting at yer heelwatch out not ta make any shady deals

un never any Silver ta steal!

What’s me got, here in me pot?Things that wriggle! Things

that sleep!Things that’ll cost ya a penny

just to take a peek—With here me’s a’precious spoonstirs it up til it reflects tha Moon!Dropped somethin’ fried un greasy

down there yesterdayun when I done pulled it out...

it was alive un grayIt looked me in me eye un said,

‘sister you’ve done bad!’So I honked it’s long nose un

made it real mad! He He! Down below, there you go!

Come un take a peek, ‘tis a penny for thee!

So gather round ya dearies! Gather round me brew! Let’s see what the dark sludge under has in store for you...”

CLASSIFIEDS Autumn ‘10 –13

—CLASSIfIEDS—(All contacts made c/o

Filigree Editor)

Real Estate

—Little River Lofts— now Renting!

Glorious, hypnotic views over the rushing Pataky River. —Room for

Mice n’ Monsters!—

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*Silky Spider Webs! ...nestled in the tall trees

of Sangamon Forest! Sleep like you never

have before,

::Sleep, Safe! ::EEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Antique Cash Registers! Plenty of drawers with

satin pockets, and built in clocks. Rats far and wide

come and See!CCOllieCC

GGGGGGGGGGGDo you love the smell of old, Ivy eaten Hotels?With the lulling echo

of waves crashing against ragged and dangerous Cliffs?:::the Keepsake Inn:::

C h a r i t o n

~for Haunters & the Haunted~

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Gorgeous Tree Root move- in ready! Live like Kings next to

the Hacha River.—Pine N’ Prairie—

...land for Sale! Beautiful pine speckled Prairie land stretching as far as the eye

can see.

Build your dream, Today!

F Quinby Realty FGGGGGGGGGGG

When Good Taste Matters:‘the Caves of

Harlow Woods’!!!4 Vacancies!!!

—these won’t Last!—GGGGGGGGGGG

#########Exceptionally Well built Travel

Chests with over H5o Plush Velvet CompartmentsH

::::::Nefad more than one?::::::::::::We build ‘em Fresh!::::::

Just say the Filigree sent ya!

Kensington’s, Weona#########

Desireable Historic Properties

recently listed. Locations in Norwood

include Bat Caves, Worm Holes and Haunted Swamps.

:::Norwood Forest Agency:::

Jagged Rock Dwelling under the Chabra Falls. Most delightful

Views!

:::::::::Restoriums!::::::::: Gorgeous little Nooks with warm Breakfast served! Rest a Little!Rooms with small ever-bubbling baths and pleasant neighbors.

Breakfast optional, Velpen, S. Main

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Moultrian Bungalows

As the weather turns blustery & cold, rest in the

ever warm perfect temp of the Caves. Pure air and fine din-ing and entertainment are all

you’ll need to make this winter pass by in a breeze!

Kyra Waters

jjjjjjjjjjjjjjDoes ‘Resting in Peace’ for

you mean not merely sleeping snug in a tomb but having fun in your new, bodyless body? Then join the new & exciting

way to Rest in Peace at:

*‘Tasty Meadows Memorial Park’

Now, with the magnificent Vavrinia Fun Park sitting just

a stones throw away, you can mingle with family & friends without feeling shy &

disembodied. Together you can find Peace.

But only at:T A S T Y M E A D O W Sjjjjjjjjjjjjjj

BBBBMoleHolesBBBBfor Rent!

Vacated and Cleaned and ready for Winter Dwell-

ers.

F F F F F F F

—Autumn Getaways— on the Isle of Keokuk! Comfortable Rooms +

::::::Excellent Meals::::::Stop by Keokuk’s

Welcome Center today!F F F F F F F

Sell your Summer Nests! at :::Bird-Eeze::

Garden Vacancies!Zeenes Agency

Plots of Land from Deuth to Sinfai now up for lease! Rent in exchange for cleaners !

Caretakers Welcome! Rodents, Insects and

Earth Dwellers, Welcome!Lots of Lakes & Swamps!

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Autumn Lily Apts.off the Pataky River 3 mos. rentals in both

—Porters, Cooks & Maids —are just some of the distinc-

tions of Lily Living!

‘Yesenia’ in Sherman Oak Forest

bat colonynow

rentingHon the Ller RiverH

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—Miscellany—

!!DREAM JUICE!!

Been collecting dream juice for over a year from unsuspecting fam-

ily members and now offer these dazzling jars at a STEAL!

They are an Absolute

2HOOT!*—Nuf Sed—*

Gloria Patterson via Musk & Sons. ###########

Watch & Time Piece Restoration ::::: Bharin Clocks :::::

‘‘Saving Time’’141 Willora Ln, Quinby

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::The finest Powder & Soap

for *Halloween Tricks!

Raspberry, Licorice and Salt Powders! Stain the skin

or color the fur with our Potent Powders!

‘the Impossible to RemoveBlack Mud Soap!’

Gooey Blood and Tree Sap!#Trickery Emporium/ Quinby#

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!!!WE WANT YOU!!!for our...

—CANDY fACTORY—Start one of our charming Candy Factories right from the comfort of

your own home!

We furnish everything & there’s absolutely

No Experience Necessary!:::Sweet!:::

GGGGGGGGGGG!Bargains!!Bargains! !Bargains!

...Remnants, Ginghams, Tissues and more—at the Ribbon Barn,

59 Deros Sq., Tewksberry

GGGGGGGGGGGHIlinianH—Cookers—

Providing the greater Bobola Area with Magical Cookers for

over 730 years.If it says:

HIlinianHit’s Magic!

FAgnes Atter Fine DyesFPurveyors of the finest in

Vegetable Dyes & Specialty Plants.

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Snellings Hats11 Resquie Sq., Attica

‘the Latest in Fall

Fashions!’

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Early Bird Brunch House

—Cafeteria & Bakery—Fall Early Bird

Catches the Worm!

1231 Packell Ln. Adony

****************:::Nature’s Gardeners:::

Adopt a loving & helpful family of worms today and

watch your garden get cleared up for the Winter,

—Dreary to Dreamy!—Stop by ‘Weona’s Worm

Society’ for a helpful Brochure & maybe your very

own loving family of Worms!

8501 Grenadon Blvd. Weona****************Need a handyman to help pre-pare my cave for hibernation.

VennebalHerbal Remedies

“Miracle Packetsfor Exo-Skeletons”

If you’re Small & Defenseless & in need of a Friend,

come to :the Lion’s Den!

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Nolansian Slippers

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—Patrenka’s—Pumpkin Patch

‘specializing in Warty

Pumpkins that produce Toothy

Grins!’###########

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