Celeste marched into the pumpkin patch. Her cozy pumpkin costume felt warm and soft. Her starry paper crown twinkled beneath moonlight.
Behind a round pumpkin, something bobbed. A small, round ghost peeked out. She smiled and waved with a wispy hand.
“Hello,” said Celeste. “Hello!” said the ghost. “I am Bea,” she chirped.
Celeste smiled back. They greeted each other beside a cluster of pumpkins. “I have a Halloween story,” said Bea.
