It was Halloween and just the time for spooky stories. Pine cone said he had a really scary ghost story. The three little mushrooms giggled softly as they lined up for the tall tale. Each time the pine cone got to another very scary part he twisted closer and dropped his voice lower. By the time the scary tale had all been told the mushrooms had snuggled back into the pine needles and were sitting in each other's laps and the pine cone's prickly breath was in their face.