Gather 'round, children, and I'll tell you a tragic tale told several days too late.
I was hired by Farmer Bob to transform part of his cornfield into a pumpkin patch. The only restriction, he told me, was that I must not touch the old, dead tree in the center of the field, lest I unleash a terrible curse. I finished the field, but the tree spoiled the effect I was going for, so I ignored Farmer Bob's warning:
All seemed well until the clock struck midnight on All Hallows' Eve. A dense fog descended upon the fields. When they cleared, I saw--to my horror--that Farmer Bob's worst fears had come to pass. The forests had been turned into a graveyard of the dead. The gourds had become jack-o'-lanterns of the most sinister bearing. And the tree had undergone the most devilish transformation of them all, becoming a smiling gateway to a nether realm of madness and despair.
When Farmer Bob saw my handiwork, I was fired on the spot.
But, I needed the money, so I returned the next day in disguise and Farmer Bob hired me to undo the curse. I went with a circus theme:
The end.
By the way, I had dismantled the original pumpkin patch before taking my video, so I had to recreate it. I forgot to stock it with farm animals, so the circus animals had to act as stand-ins.
And now that that foolishness is finished, here's me and Sophie looking cute.