David & open
What's this, what's this?! His shop was closed up tight, like a fine, precisely cut jack-o-lantern's cap. David had more than one of those on the stoop to the shop's entrance, as a matter of fact. But now that lunch time had come, it was time to move on to more exciting things (which was hard to believe - he'd sold a few creations to a small coven of witches!).
The fall festival.
The Americans did Halloween (or whatever you chose to call it) so much better than those back in the UK. It was such a delicious, rich, well-woven culture. He nearly swooned as the smells of the food and the sounds of merriment struck his senses. He'd come, he'd paid, he'd entered. And now... he needed a caramel apple and some cider. His long legs carried him in the proper direction, reminiscent of the spindly pedagogue of Disney's depiction. Tally ho!