Trick or Tweet!
Pixel by RariDeco.
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You arrive at a large, isolated oak tree at the top of a hill. It would be an unmarkable sight were it not for the enormous blue and yellow bird house weighing down its boughs. Avians of every size and variety flock to feast on strings of millet strung among the leaves, and bird feeders swing above with activity.
One thing is for certain: if the rumors about this im-peck-able place are true,
you won't be leaving empty-handed!
How egg-citing!
Pixel by Nerdy-pixel-girl.
you won't be leaving empty-handed!
How egg-citing!
Pixel by Nerdy-pixel-girl.
Edit: Thank you kindly for those who participated! See you again next year! <333
Dressed up as Medusa, wearing a toga and sandals with straps that went up her calves and a snake wig that looked remarkably realistic, Evelyn strolled up the hill. She hummed to herself, swinging a pumpkin bucket back and forth. Though she was an adult, she still enjoyed walking around and seeing everyone's costumes and decorations this time of year.
She had heard that this place really went all out for Halloween, and the birds were interesting enough on their own. The young woman blinked when she saw that it was a tree at first, but upon getting closer she noticed the house on top! She blinked in surprise, seeing the birds flitting about. It was a lovely sight.
"Umm . . hello?" she called up, unsure if the owner of this place would hear her. She withdrew her wand from a fold within her toga, swishing it toward her feet and performing a spell that would cause her to levitate upward. Shooting up into the air so she was level with the entrance, Evelyn shouted, "Trick or treat!" She made herself hover there, gently floating up and down
She had heard that this place really went all out for Halloween, and the birds were interesting enough on their own. The young woman blinked when she saw that it was a tree at first, but upon getting closer she noticed the house on top! She blinked in surprise, seeing the birds flitting about. It was a lovely sight.
"Umm . . hello?" she called up, unsure if the owner of this place would hear her. She withdrew her wand from a fold within her toga, swishing it toward her feet and performing a spell that would cause her to levitate upward. Shooting up into the air so she was level with the entrance, Evelyn shouted, "Trick or treat!" She made herself hover there, gently floating up and down
There was a customary exchange, between tricker and treater, that happened most every time one approached a porch or patio to knock or ring a bell. The one inside—the mortgage payer, more importantly, the candy giver—would open the door, take a look at you and comment on what a cute ghost or witch you were before dropping a few fun size candies into your pillow case. It was also understood, however, that should your costume not be the conventional sort, in lieu of an educated guess, leaning down and asking “and what are you supposed to be?” with a few extra pieces of candy for your ignorance was also acceptable…if only just barely.
Let’s just say Memmy’s obscure pop culture reference of a Halloween costume had paid dividends on the latter, considering each and every last house she’d visited hadn’t the foggiest clue who she was supposed to be.
But she knew there was one place—one house on the block, her very last stop, her home away from home—that would. Second only to birds, who belonged more in a treehouse…than a squirrel?
Rather than wait below, with careful preservation of all prop and part of her costume, the chinchilla scurried from bough to branch with the undeniable ease of familiarity and onto the treetop domicile’s colorful deck. She’d situate herself, getting everything just so in a far more fastidious way than she’d done with any other house prior. And the reason why was simple: not because this was one of those rare residences that gave out full size candy bars, but because there was a guaranteed light at the end of this tunnel: someone who would 100% get her reference.
She situated the milking stool she strapped to her bottom, hidden beneath a white pool towel she had tied to her waist. Taking a seat upon it, the red umbrella which served as one of its legs then popped up behind her back (heaven help any other trick or treater in the proximity then, less they be flung several feet by the unexpected wingspan of such an obtuse accessory). The rest of the ensemble was relatively simple: a long-sleeved white swim shirt emblazoned with a red lifeguard logo, a black baseball cap that red NIAGARA FALLS, a pair of aviator sunglasses, a silver whistle, a large icee cup…and a blond, permed shake n’ go wig.
And when the door inevitably opened, and Memmy held out her acorn-shaped candy pail, and delivered a less-than-emphatic (but totally in character) exclamation—trick or treat—the furry hands and bark-gripper claws which held the bucket’s handle were dyed black and stenciled with clearly flayed veins.
Let’s just say Memmy’s obscure pop culture reference of a Halloween costume had paid dividends on the latter, considering each and every last house she’d visited hadn’t the foggiest clue who she was supposed to be.
But she knew there was one place—one house on the block, her very last stop, her home away from home—that would. Second only to birds, who belonged more in a treehouse…than a squirrel?
Rather than wait below, with careful preservation of all prop and part of her costume, the chinchilla scurried from bough to branch with the undeniable ease of familiarity and onto the treetop domicile’s colorful deck. She’d situate herself, getting everything just so in a far more fastidious way than she’d done with any other house prior. And the reason why was simple: not because this was one of those rare residences that gave out full size candy bars, but because there was a guaranteed light at the end of this tunnel: someone who would 100% get her reference.
She situated the milking stool she strapped to her bottom, hidden beneath a white pool towel she had tied to her waist. Taking a seat upon it, the red umbrella which served as one of its legs then popped up behind her back (heaven help any other trick or treater in the proximity then, less they be flung several feet by the unexpected wingspan of such an obtuse accessory). The rest of the ensemble was relatively simple: a long-sleeved white swim shirt emblazoned with a red lifeguard logo, a black baseball cap that red NIAGARA FALLS, a pair of aviator sunglasses, a silver whistle, a large icee cup…and a blond, permed shake n’ go wig.
And when the door inevitably opened, and Memmy held out her acorn-shaped candy pail, and delivered a less-than-emphatic (but totally in character) exclamation—trick or treat—the furry hands and bark-gripper claws which held the bucket’s handle were dyed black and stenciled with clearly flayed veins.
Evelyn Johnstone wrote:
Dressed up as Medusa, wearing a toga and sandals with straps that went up her calves and a snake wig that looked remarkably realistic, Evelyn strolled up the hill. She hummed to herself, swinging a pumpkin bucket back and forth. Though she was an adult, she still enjoyed walking around and seeing everyone's costumes and decorations this time of year.
She had heard that this place really went all out for Halloween, and the birds were interesting enough on their own. The young woman blinked when she saw that it was a tree at first, but upon getting closer she noticed the house on top! She blinked in surprise, seeing the birds flitting about. It was a lovely sight.
"Umm . . hello?" she called up, unsure if the owner of this place would hear her. She withdrew her wand from a fold within her toga, swishing it toward her feet and performing a spell that would cause her to levitate upward. Shooting up into the air so she was level with the entrance, Evelyn shouted, "Trick or treat!" She made herself hover there, gently floating up and down
She had heard that this place really went all out for Halloween, and the birds were interesting enough on their own. The young woman blinked when she saw that it was a tree at first, but upon getting closer she noticed the house on top! She blinked in surprise, seeing the birds flitting about. It was a lovely sight.
"Umm . . hello?" she called up, unsure if the owner of this place would hear her. She withdrew her wand from a fold within her toga, swishing it toward her feet and performing a spell that would cause her to levitate upward. Shooting up into the air so she was level with the entrance, Evelyn shouted, "Trick or treat!" She made herself hover there, gently floating up and down
As the witch approached the strange settlement, the noise reached a fever pitch as if to say, “A visitor, a visitor!”
It was a good thing that Evelyn employed her magic to reach the front door, as when it swung open the inhabitant inside was revealed to be very much stuck in its frame!
Too many chocolates for one birdy tum resulted in a parrot too plump to pass through. Keet wasn’t too put off by her predicament, however, and perked up at the sight of a visitor! Though she spoke solely through chirps, her words were clear as day.
[No treats, only “tweets”!]
With a snap of her paw, a crow was summoned to deposit a full size candy bar into the Halloween bucket. It perched on Evelyn’s shoulder and curiously pecked at her snakes.
Memmy wrote:
There was a customary exchange, between tricker and treater, that happened most every time one approached a porch or patio to knock or ring a bell. The one inside—the mortgage payer, more importantly, the candy giver—would open the door, take a look at you and comment on what a cute ghost or witch you were before dropping a few fun size candies into your pillow case. It was also understood, however, that should your costume not be the conventional sort, in lieu of an educated guess, leaning down and asking “and what are you supposed to be?” with a few extra pieces of candy for your ignorance was also acceptable…if only just barely.
Let’s just say Memmy’s obscure pop culture reference of a Halloween costume had paid dividends on the latter, considering each and every last house she’d visited hadn’t the foggiest clue who she was supposed to be.
But she knew there was one place—one house on the block, her very last stop, her home away from home—that would. Second only to birds, who belonged more in a treehouse…than a squirrel?
Rather than wait below, with careful preservation of all prop and part of her costume, the chinchilla scurried from bough to branch with the undeniable ease of familiarity and onto the treetop domicile’s colorful deck. She’d situate herself, getting everything just so in a far more fastidious way than she’d done with any other house prior. And the reason why was simple: not because this was one of those rare residences that gave out full size candy bars, but because there was a guaranteed light at the end of this tunnel: someone who would 100% get her reference.
She situated the milking stool she strapped to her bottom, hidden beneath a white pool towel she had tied to her waist. Taking a seat upon it, the red umbrella which served as one of its legs then popped up behind her back (heaven help any other trick or treater in the proximity then, less they be flung several feet by the unexpected wingspan of such an obtuse accessory). The rest of the ensemble was relatively simple: a long-sleeved white swim shirt emblazoned with a red lifeguard logo, a black baseball cap that red NIAGARA FALLS, a pair of aviator sunglasses, a silver whistle, a large icee cup…and a blond, permed shake n’ go wig.
And when the door inevitably opened, and Memmy held out her acorn-shaped candy pail, and delivered a less-than-emphatic (but totally in character) exclamation—trick or treat—the furry hands and bark-gripper claws which held the bucket’s handle were dyed black and stenciled with clearly flayed veins.
Let’s just say Memmy’s obscure pop culture reference of a Halloween costume had paid dividends on the latter, considering each and every last house she’d visited hadn’t the foggiest clue who she was supposed to be.
But she knew there was one place—one house on the block, her very last stop, her home away from home—that would. Second only to birds, who belonged more in a treehouse…than a squirrel?
Rather than wait below, with careful preservation of all prop and part of her costume, the chinchilla scurried from bough to branch with the undeniable ease of familiarity and onto the treetop domicile’s colorful deck. She’d situate herself, getting everything just so in a far more fastidious way than she’d done with any other house prior. And the reason why was simple: not because this was one of those rare residences that gave out full size candy bars, but because there was a guaranteed light at the end of this tunnel: someone who would 100% get her reference.
She situated the milking stool she strapped to her bottom, hidden beneath a white pool towel she had tied to her waist. Taking a seat upon it, the red umbrella which served as one of its legs then popped up behind her back (heaven help any other trick or treater in the proximity then, less they be flung several feet by the unexpected wingspan of such an obtuse accessory). The rest of the ensemble was relatively simple: a long-sleeved white swim shirt emblazoned with a red lifeguard logo, a black baseball cap that red NIAGARA FALLS, a pair of aviator sunglasses, a silver whistle, a large icee cup…and a blond, permed shake n’ go wig.
And when the door inevitably opened, and Memmy held out her acorn-shaped candy pail, and delivered a less-than-emphatic (but totally in character) exclamation—trick or treat—the furry hands and bark-gripper claws which held the bucket’s handle were dyed black and stenciled with clearly flayed veins.
While some subscribed to the outdated belief that birds and squirrels were natural born enemies destined for turf wars at the bird feeder, Keet and Memmy were proof that both avian and mammal had more in common than they did different—namely the love of a certain supernatural horror show on Netflix!
[Pool’s that way!] she pointed toward the a cauldron of seeds, initiating a chorus of beaky laughter.
Naturally, her best friend in the whole wide world got her pick of treats and then some, but knowing exactly what she liked, the unikeet went through the extra trouble of procuring both a bag of Swedish Fish and of pull ‘n’ peel Twizzlers for her to munch on.
[Get over here and let me snap a pic!]
Patting the spot on the patio beside where she was stuck, she encouraged Memmy to indulge in her special snacks as a bluejay fetched her phone. What better way to get in character to sit menacingly and watch the people below?
A small child approaches the fantastic bird-city tree. Though she is almost hidden at the flock of a center of watchful adults, her little blue eyes grow wide and delighted when she realizes that they are approaching a bird house! She herself is dressed as a duck, a yellow hoodie with an orange beak pulled over her head.
Leaving her guards about 15 feet behind, she hustles up to the tree and begins to climb for the door, holding the strap of her treat bag between her teeth!
Leaving her guards about 15 feet behind, she hustles up to the tree and begins to climb for the door, holding the strap of her treat bag between her teeth!
Aria Zauviir wrote:
A small child approaches the fantastic bird-city tree. Though she is almost hidden at the flock of a center of watchful adults, her little blue eyes grow wide and delighted when she realizes that they are approaching a bird house! She herself is dressed as a duck, a yellow hoodie with an orange beak pulled over her head.
Leaving her guards about 15 feet behind, she hustles up to the tree and begins to climb for the door, holding the strap of her treat bag between her teeth!
Leaving her guards about 15 feet behind, she hustles up to the tree and begins to climb for the door, holding the strap of her treat bag between her teeth!
As an honorary waterfowl, at Keet's birdhouse Aria would find herself right at home! Squawking and bobbing her head in delight as she made out the shape of a little duckling scaling her way up the tree, she ordered an ostrich trot over and station itself beneath her lest it have to break her fall.
There was room on the ratio yet for Aria to stand and gather her bearings, and the unikeet encouraged her show of bravery by taking on the role of a cheerleader with candy bars in place of pom poms!
[You can do it! Climb, ducky, climb!]
Aria pauses to stare in delight at the ostrich that comes striding out to stand beneath her. "An ostwich!" she squeals, her speaking a little disrupted as she still has to hold on to the strap of her candy bag in her teeth. But then the unikeet starts chirping out encouragement, and she remembers the ultimate goal of her quest: CANDY!
So, onward and upward! Though she might be little, her elvish ancestry shows through clearly in the deft way she scales up the tree, arriving in a tumble on the patio with a triumphant grin. "Trick or treat!" she calls as she pulls the bag from her mouth, and then adds, "Quack quack!" with a little flap of her elbows.
So, onward and upward! Though she might be little, her elvish ancestry shows through clearly in the deft way she scales up the tree, arriving in a tumble on the patio with a triumphant grin. "Trick or treat!" she calls as she pulls the bag from her mouth, and then adds, "Quack quack!" with a little flap of her elbows.
Evelyn noticed the increase in the noise and took it as welcoming. She did blink upon seeing that the person, or bird, occupying the house was stuck. "Are you okay?" she asked. The young woman chuckled when she was corrected, "Oh, yes, of course! Trick or tweet!" When she received her candy, she was grateful. "Thank you! I love your house."
She was very curious about the crow, not minding at all as it landed on her shoulder. The snakes writhed and hissed in response to the pecking, their tongues flickering in unison. "Calm down," she said in soothing tones, meant for both the snakes and the crow.
She spoke in little chirping noises to the crow at times, used to dealing with them. She had no shiny thing or little treasure to give to it, and felt sad. The appearance of someone dressed as a character from a TV show did distract her, however. She did not get the reference, but the owner of the house thankfully did.
The witch did clap whenever Aria arrived and tumbled onto the porch, feeling she had done very well to climb all the way up here. Evelyn had watched nervously, wondering if she should assist the child with magic. Not wanting to take away from the child's moment, she hid her relief. "How cute!"
She was very curious about the crow, not minding at all as it landed on her shoulder. The snakes writhed and hissed in response to the pecking, their tongues flickering in unison. "Calm down," she said in soothing tones, meant for both the snakes and the crow.
She spoke in little chirping noises to the crow at times, used to dealing with them. She had no shiny thing or little treasure to give to it, and felt sad. The appearance of someone dressed as a character from a TV show did distract her, however. She did not get the reference, but the owner of the house thankfully did.
The witch did clap whenever Aria arrived and tumbled onto the porch, feeling she had done very well to climb all the way up here. Evelyn had watched nervously, wondering if she should assist the child with magic. Not wanting to take away from the child's moment, she hid her relief. "How cute!"
Aria Zauviir wrote:
Aria pauses to stare in delight at the ostrich that comes striding out to stand beneath her. "An ostwich!" she squeals, her speaking a little disrupted as she still has to hold on to the strap of her candy bag in her teeth. But then the unikeet starts chirping out encouragement, and she remembers the ultimate goal of her quest: CANDY!
So, onward and upward! Though she might be little, her elvish ancestry shows through clearly in the deft way she scales up the tree, arriving in a tumble on the patio with a triumphant grin. "Trick or treat!" she calls as she pulls the bag from her mouth, and then adds, "Quack quack!" with a little flap of her elbows.
So, onward and upward! Though she might be little, her elvish ancestry shows through clearly in the deft way she scales up the tree, arriving in a tumble on the patio with a triumphant grin. "Trick or treat!" she calls as she pulls the bag from her mouth, and then adds, "Quack quack!" with a little flap of her elbows.
Evelyn Johnstone wrote:
Evelyn noticed the increase in the noise and took it as welcoming. She did blink upon seeing that the person, or bird, occupying the house was stuck. "Are you okay?" she asked. The young woman chuckled when she was corrected, "Oh, yes, of course! Trick or tweet!" When she received her candy, she was grateful. "Thank you! I love your house."
She was very curious about the crow, not minding at all as it landed on her shoulder. The snakes writhed and hissed in response to the pecking, their tongues flickering in unison. "Calm down," she said in soothing tones, meant for both the snakes and the crow.
She spoke in little chirping noises to the crow at times, used to dealing with them. She had no shiny thing or little treasure to give to it, and felt sad. The appearance of someone dressed as a character from a TV show did distract her, however. She did not get the reference, but the owner of the house thankfully did.
The witch did clap whenever Aria arrived and tumbled onto the porch, feeling she had done very well to climb all the way up here. Evelyn had watched nervously, wondering if she should assist the child with magic. Not wanting to take away from the child's moment, she hid her relief. "How cute!"
She was very curious about the crow, not minding at all as it landed on her shoulder. The snakes writhed and hissed in response to the pecking, their tongues flickering in unison. "Calm down," she said in soothing tones, meant for both the snakes and the crow.
She spoke in little chirping noises to the crow at times, used to dealing with them. She had no shiny thing or little treasure to give to it, and felt sad. The appearance of someone dressed as a character from a TV show did distract her, however. She did not get the reference, but the owner of the house thankfully did.
The witch did clap whenever Aria arrived and tumbled onto the porch, feeling she had done very well to climb all the way up here. Evelyn had watched nervously, wondering if she should assist the child with magic. Not wanting to take away from the child's moment, she hid her relief. "How cute!"
Sitting on its haunches, the big bird braced for potential impact. Aria was in good hands (wings!). Thankfully, no intervention proved necessary. Her arrival was heralded by a handful of ducks waddling out onto the porch to greet their new friend with a chorus of quacks.
[Brave ducklings get only the best of treats!] she declared as a pair of crested ducks carried out an absolutely gigantic candy bar out on a silken pillow. It had to be at least five pounds of chocolatey goodness! Time would tell if she could find a way to fit it in her candy bucket, but chances were her guards would figure it out either way!
Meanwhile, the crow that chose Evelyn as its perch chuckled as it was scolded. There was one way to make up for the lack of an offering—tilting its head and puffing out its feathers, the bold avian requested some good, old scritches!
[Don't worry! I've been in tighter places!] Like that time she tried to wear pants. Shiver.
Twisting and turning her torso, the creature was looking more and more like a rotisserie chicken after splurging on sweets all day.
[Yup, still stuck..]
Evelyn granted the crow his wish and raised a hand so that she could give him the scritches. This could make up for the lack of a shiny thing or small treasure that she could give him, perhaps. Looking over at Keet with some concern, she hesitated before asking, "Do you want some help being able to get in and out? I could make the door bigger, perhaps?" the witch waved her wand a bit as if to demonstrate. The snakes that were being used as a wig had calmed, though they kept a close eye on the crow.
It was always intriguing, coming across such varied homes and beings, she thought to herself. Swinging her pumpkin bucket about idly, hearing the candy jostled about, she also offered, "Or I could shrink you a bit, like make you a smaller size. The spell would be temporary."
It was always intriguing, coming across such varied homes and beings, she thought to herself. Swinging her pumpkin bucket about idly, hearing the candy jostled about, she also offered, "Or I could shrink you a bit, like make you a smaller size. The spell would be temporary."
Evelyn Johnstone wrote:
Evelyn granted the crow his wish and raised a hand so that she could give him the scritches. This could make up for the lack of a shiny thing or small treasure that she could give him, perhaps. Looking over at Keet with some concern, she hesitated before asking, "Do you want some help being able to get in and out? I could make the door bigger, perhaps?" the witch waved her wand a bit as if to demonstrate. The snakes that were being used as a wig had calmed, though they kept a close eye on the crow.
It was always intriguing, coming across such varied homes and beings, she thought to herself. Swinging her pumpkin bucket about idly, hearing the candy jostled about, she also offered, "Or I could shrink you a bit, like make you a smaller size. The spell would be temporary."
It was always intriguing, coming across such varied homes and beings, she thought to herself. Swinging her pumpkin bucket about idly, hearing the candy jostled about, she also offered, "Or I could shrink you a bit, like make you a smaller size. The spell would be temporary."
Between the scritches and her offer of assistance Evelyn was far too generous!
[Hmm.. I am pretty stuck..] Unless she swallowed her pride, there was no telling when she'd finally wriggle herself free!
Tapping her chin as she pondered her choices, Keet ultimately turned to her flock for advice.
[What say you, my feathered friends?]
Their reply was deafening as all species answered in unison.
[Shrinking it is! I'm ready when you are! Make me small!] she squeezed her eyes closed in anticipation of the spell.
Of course, there would be additional reward in exchange for her help!
Evelyn nodded, focusing for a moment to recall how to do the spell. It had been a few years since she needed to perform it. Pointing her wand toward Keet, she said, "Reducio!" sweeping the wand in an arc and letting it land pointed toward it's intended target. A jet of yellow light shot out and enveloped Keet, causing them to shrink. Evelyn brought the wand up sharply as soon as her subject was able to fit through the door, cutting off the connection and causing the magic to dissipate. "Thank you for trusting me," she said, giving a curtsy.
Evelyn Johnstone wrote:
Evelyn nodded, focusing for a moment to recall how to do the spell. It had been a few years since she needed to perform it. Pointing her wand toward Keet, she said, "Reducio!" sweeping the wand in an arc and letting it land pointed toward it's intended target. A jet of yellow light shot out and enveloped Keet, causing them to shrink. Evelyn brought the wand up sharply as soon as her subject was able to fit through the door, cutting off the connection and causing the magic to dissipate. "Thank you for trusting me," she said, giving a curtsy.
Surrounded by a bright flash of light, by the time she could see again the magic had already run its course. Small as a sparrow, Keet beat her now tiny wings to land on Evelyn's unoccupied shoulder.
[Hey! It worked!] she mused, her voice several octaves higher as she squeaked into the witch's ear.
[You helped me, so I'll help you! Take as much candy as you'd like and then some!]
Aria smiled at Evelyn for the compliment to her costume, but was almost immediately distracted by the arrival of a REAL family of ducks! Squealing with surprise and delight, she kneeled down, holding out her arms toward her new feathery friends. It was awhile before she even registered that she'd been given a chocolate of massive proportions. Coming back to the portion of reality that didn't involve interacting with ducks and ducklings, she'd spend some time try to get the chocolate into her bag -- eventually, she had to drop it over the side and into the waiting hands of her attendants.
Remembering to murmur a thank you to Keet before dispensing hugs and kisses to the duck family by way of goodbye, she makes her way back down the tree, a wide smile still affixed to her little face.
Remembering to murmur a thank you to Keet before dispensing hugs and kisses to the duck family by way of goodbye, she makes her way back down the tree, a wide smile still affixed to her little face.
Evelyn's eyes opened wide, she had shrunk Keet more than intended! "Oh! I am sorry, are you sure I haven't made you too small? I could make an adjustment," her voice was a blend of anxious and apologetic. She was hesitant to accept the candy, but she also didn't want to be rude by rejecting it. The witch would be happy to make Keet a bit bigger than that if she wanted to be, but otherwise she would reluctantly leave.
"Shrinking spells often wear off after a time, you'll find yourself gradually growing bigger again," the young woman said. She smiled and waved after Aria, having found the scene with the ducks adorable.
"Shrinking spells often wear off after a time, you'll find yourself gradually growing bigger again," the young woman said. She smiled and waved after Aria, having found the scene with the ducks adorable.
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