On Halloween all bad pumpkins are sent to the back yard so they won't scare away trick-or-treaters. They linger there, among the dead ferns for a day or three... and then they're gone!
Gone where? Nobody knows. To do what? We can only guess.
Do they grow bodies and stride off into the darkness? Do they turn to a black miasmic mist and float away in search of innocent lungs? I haven't looked into the question.
Nor should you.
And the conclusion to "The North Wind Speaks" . . .
Above: "The North Wind Speaks" is now complete. The full text will be posted here tomorrow.