10/31/2025
Well, hello there! A little tale to share that I wrote to start off Halloween Day 🎃. Writing is one of my great loves. Hope it brings you a smile. It’s good to be back 🧡. This one is a tongue-twister, so buckle up!
Sometimes there are glitches - when a stitch of witches switches the hitches on a heap of magical britches. Britches made for a dozen or more burly-sized, enchanted-leaning men called the Mitches. I can’t explain how the men in this story all have the same name, they just do, but it makes it easy, referring to the lot of them at once. The Mitches were, presently, late for the fitting of their britches with the witches. Why? Because en route to the witches, the motorcars of the Mitches slid, one by one, into a series of muddy roadside ditches. How unexpected! So, while the Mitches stood, baffled, alongside the ditches, away across town, in changing rooms readied by the witches, hung the magical britches with the switched hitches. But, alas, no Mitches, only witches and britches.
The britches, when donned by the Mitches, were supposed to bring them rapid, untold riches. Seems a lot to ask of britches, but that’s the magic. And the Mitches needed the money. In fact, easily half of them already had the windfall spent. However, what with the motorcars in ditches and the no fitting of britches, instead the Mitches had anxiety, with itches and twitches, over their now surely jeopardized riches. “Oh, why these terrible glitches?”, moaned the Mitches.
The witches lamented, too, “If only we’d not switched the britches’ hitches, we’d surely have avoided these Mitch-y glitches. Drat!”. Frustrated, the witches vowed to never again take suggestions from that meddlesome snaggle of snitches who’d boastfully pitched their pitches about hitches and britches. The witches should’ve known better than to trust the snitches, who frankly know paltry little about sewing, anyway.
So then, off the witches flew on their brooms - to gather the Mitches, pull motorcars from ditches, and then get to work reversing hitches on britches.
May your Halloween-time be full of enchanting imagination, and have no glitches! XOXO, Allie
