A glorious set of stories in the great tradition of Ray Bradbury!
WHEN THE WORLD QUIETENS DOWN, MAGIC ABOUNDS!
"PUMP-KIN! CAR-VER! PUMP-KIN! CAR-VER! Doo-doo-doo-dooo-dooooo-dooooooo!" he would jolt out gleefully, his lungs ravaged by the seven-mile run, his nose burning with fire and frost. He, Sherwin Burgsittendan McPhrasten the Fifth, had been indeed mystically picked to be harbinger of this year's ominous appearance of THE PUMPKIN CARVER! Picked maybe like King Arthur! Picked out to do the job by the wind itself! The Spirit of Autumn! Why else would Halloween also be his birthday? No other reason.
From "Pumpkin Carver of Mercantile Square"