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As night fell on All Hallows’ Eve, the forest underwent a strange transformation…

Algy sends his spookiest thanks and fluffy hugs to all his friends at PWS for bringing us yet another wonderful PWS entertainment xoxo

Have a happy and safe Halloween everyone 🙂

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Algy must be scared. We hope he doesn’t transform himself. But Algy is not were-bird! Thank you for your Halloween submission! We love it!

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Fluffy birds are never scared… Honest!

Happy Halloween everybody 🙂

At the lower levels in the heart of the forest, water gathered in dark pools surrounded by strange mounds of bright green moss. The soft mounds were comfortable to sit upon, but disconcertingly odd, and when Algy looked out of the corner of his eye, he had the feeling that unnatural lights were flickering on and off in the depths of the black water. It was almost Halloween, and he wondered whether he was really wise to spend the night in the forest…

The next dawned bright and sunny, and the forest birds were calling happily in the trees as they went about their daily routine. But when Algy perched on a dead branch of one of the many trees felled by the vicious winter storms, the play of light and shadow around him seemed almost as eerie as it had been the night before, on All Hallows’ Eve. As he gazed at the dancing patterns of light on the deep carpet of moss and pine needles which covered the forest floor, he thought of a poem he had learned long ago, when he was just a wee chick:

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,  
  Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses  
  Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,  
  Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;  
  ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;  
  No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,  
  Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners  
  That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight  
  To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,  
  That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken  
  By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,  
  Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,  
  ’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even  
  Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,  
  That I kept my word,’ he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,  
  Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house  
  From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,  
  And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,  
  When the plunging hoofs were gone.

[ Algy is quoting one of his favourite childhood poems, The Listeners, by the early 20th century English writer Walter de la Mare.]

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Algy’s adventure for the PWS Halloween special. This is what Algy found when he explored that special forest referred to in the posts of certain PWS members recently 🙂 So he decided to look the other way!

Have a happy, spooky, magical Halloween everybody xoxo

Thank you for this super-spooky (but nevertheless fluffy) Halloween GIF. Did you know that the word “Halloween” means “hallowed evening” or “holy evening” and comes from a Scottish term for All Hallows’ Eve (the evening before All Hallows’ Day)? What a coincidence… Or is it really?

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Algy is thrilled to be a part of the PWS Halloween event, thank you xoxo

Have a happy and fluffily spooky Halloween tonight, everybody 🙂

It is indeed All Hallows’ Eve, and also the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, marking the beginning of the very darkest part of the year here in the northern Celtic lands. The two festivals combined have created the Halloween we know today 🙂

Although he knew perfectly well that he shouldn’t, Algy could not resist taking just a wee tiny bite of the glowing toadstool. No sooner had he swallowed it than the forest began to spin round and round, with Algy at its centre. He fell back helpless on the soft forest floor, unable to do anything except watch the whirling trees and strange colours…