Pumpkins For Sale & Caffeine Ghost-Cat Collection

It was a damp and dreary October morning in the quaint village of Pumpkin Hollow, where the stone cottages huddled together like cold teabags, on the edge of the pumpkin square sat a very serious business operation: a white sheet ghost, sitting atop an unreasonably large pumpkin, under an even more unreasonable pumpkin leaf umbrella. A sign, hand-painted read in bold black letters: "PUMPKINS FOR SALE!" It looked like something you would see at a farmers market, if that farmers market had a strict ghost and cat only vendor policy.