Welcome to the Treehouse, Twinklestars! Quick! No time to lose-come with me through the secret portal, it opens up only once a year....
To a magical mystical place, where curiosities gleam in jars....
and secret spells cast themselves.....
into a batch of chicken cauldron soup!
Yummy, everyone loves-why hello there!
Aw, thank you Thing! Thing's brought you a rose, and me a book to read....do you have time for a story while you sip your soup?
Ah, yes, that's a good choice -Mr.Dickens writes so well, (and the soup might have a secret ingredient, hee hee), that you are sure you actually see...
poor Miss Havisham, mourning her loss. Her beloved jilts her on her wedding day, just as she is in the midst of dressing and preparing the very grand Manor House........
and when she finds she has been betrayed, time stops, literally. And she wants everything to stay exactly as it was the moment he betrayed her...but over the years, starts decaying around her.
.....very sad-and more than a little scary don't you agree?
Because it's Halloween, we can rewrite the ending! For today, Miss Havisham has refurbished a portion of the brewery into a laboratory of er, sorts....and whipped herself up a concoction (non-alcoholic)...and she felt right as rain in no time, and adopted Pip and Stella and lived happily ever after...... and perhaps that bad man would have met his come-uppance.
(Eek! The Eye of Newt is always trying to escape!)
Oh! Horace wants you to gaze into your future though his crystal ball!
He reads the cards and sees you traveling alot...lots of good times...and- Oh Goodness! Of course! You've dallied here too long! You must go to the next party!
Please help yourself to a bit of butterfly kiss, make a wish and find yourself flying to another Halloween wonderland via Vanessa's Magical Soiree!
But mind the mice as you step back through:
They don't bite. Much.
Happy Halloween Twinklestars!