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Story of the/Behind the pumpkin:

Gather round children, tell me if you know,
Why the lone wolf howls to the full moon's glow?
Why that mournful cry echoes through the night,
Bringing to you dreams of terror and fright.

It started on a night much like this,
As the season was upon us, Harvest's Bliss.
And through the tall trees ran two wolves, alone,
Straight into trouble and peril unknown.

The alpha and his mate, never far apart,
United in purpose, pleasure, and heart.
Deep in the woods they ran through the night
To sing and to play, their own true delight.

Not far away was an old rotting tree
Where something struggled, trying to break free.
A spirit from the realm where shadows reigned
With a mind set to mischief, his freedom he gained.

Across the dark sky he streaked in his quest
To cause chaos, mayhem, discord, unrest.
And who should he find on that cold autumn’s eve?
“Why two pups in love, I seem to believe…”

He continued in a voice that was icy and cruel,
“You’ll rue the night that you crossed me, poor fool.
But by this happiness I just can’t abide,
So I’ll ask your dear mate, to just step aside…”

A snare he then set in the bed of a creek,
Coating with ice, his own special technique.
On the ice he arranged a dark autumn bouquet.
Concealing leaves and branches, very careful he lay.

Then into the black he released a dark howl
That made she-wolf stop, caused the alpha to growl.
The she-wolf, concerned, ran quick towards the sound,
The alpha was left to make up for lost ground.

Alpha’s senses were sharp, he knew the trap soon,
But the she-wolf, unknowing ran straight to her doom.
The creek now a part of the plain forest trail
Gave under her weight- the ice just was too frail.

He struggled to reach her, his efforts in vain
For the spirit persisted in being his bane.
From below he held fast to the she-wolf’s drenched form,
From her lover, the alpha, eternally torn.

Down she was dragged to dark shadow’s domain
Where she feared that she would forever remain.
In the dark that chilled her down straight to the bone,
Cold…lost…uncertain…and alone.

In the realm of the living, Alpha despaired
Losing joy in things that once they had shared.
A world that was of nocturnal magnificence
He saw now with eyes of pain and indifference.

His existence was barren, the nights were so long
That he past them only by crying his song
Of mourning unending and anguish severe.
A life lost to darkness eternal, he feared.

So he cried to the skies for his lamented love,
And his pleas were not missed by those up above.
Impressed by his devotion, entranced by his sound,
The spirits of nature all gathered round.

Together they joined descending to deep
To find the she-wolf, her lost soul to keep
Though separated by worlds and no longer living
They had one option left, one gift worth giving.

They soared to the heavens, spirits and soul
And sought a fair way to make her whole.
For to bring her back as she once was
T’was not in their power, or their cause.

Instead they transformed her, named her watcher on high
To light the whole world as the night passes by
To gaze down on the forest that was once her home
And to remind her sweet alpha that he was not alone.

We call her Magena or Mimiteh sometimes
And we know in the coldest months she’s in her prime.
Can you name our she-wolf, my wise little ‘coon?
Why of course, she could only be our dear friend the moon!

When the lonely wolf howls up to the sky
It is She that tells him not to cry,
And not to worry or know fear
Because she will always be right here.