(Confused about who the Goat and the Fawn are? Find Part 1 of their story here and Part 2 here.)
For the Kid's first Halloween, the Goat and the Fawn decided to take him Trick-or-Treating in the neighboring village of Boo Hollow. It was a very festive town that took Halloween very seriously; all of the residents dressed up and celebrated the big night. Having never visited for Halloween, the family was very excited.
And so, the Kid was dressed in his finest gnome hat and beard and he and the Fawn set off down the path to the village. The Goat had a few things to finish up at the cottage before joining them for the festivities.
When they arrived in town, the Fawn was awestruck; it was even better than the stories had let on! There was a zombie wedding, mummy lovers entangled on a bench, even a headless horseman chasing boys and girls around the village square!
The two trick-or-treated at the cottages nearest the square, not wanting to wander far so when the Goat arrived he could join them. They ran across all manner of ghouls and goblins, black cats, bats and even a living scarecrow!
So they weren't the least bit put off by a crow landing on a lamp post nearby. Nor were they disturbed when the bird seemed to be murmuring something about a juicy something or other to itself, after all it was Halloween and they'd seen plenty of weird things as well as a plethora of treats littering the pathways.
But as they walked beneath the post where the crow was muttering, the Fawn caught what the juicy object it was interested in was... her son! She tried to flee, but too late! With a whoosh of air, the sting of talons and a flurry of wings she was knocked down and the Kid was snatched!
The Goat, having just arrived in the town square, saw the attack and tried to get to their side in time but was waylaid by a group of small goblins rushing past on their way to the next cottage. When he reached the Fawn he knelt down and checked her for injuries. She stammered at him about the crow saying their child was a juicy morsel as she batted away his helping hands in distress.
The Goat had seen the crow fly off to the East and demanded they give chase.
Rushing up the pathway to the East, they were stopped by a nervous fellow outside of the very last cottage on the edge of a thick, dark wood. He stammered at them that they should stay away from the woods tonight, lest they wish to dance with Death. They hurriedly told the tale of the kidnapping crow and the man's face fell even further in to despair, for the crow was well known as a villain within the village.
The crow was the familiar of the evil witch who dwelled deep within the forest and she often sent him to terrorize the villagers. But each Halloween, his mistress sent him on the most vile of errands... to collect a child for her supper. While the villagers were too scared to confront her, worried that should they try and fail, she'd steal their children out of spite.
The pair were horrified at the fate which lie waiting for their son within the forest, and determined to rescue him and put a stop to the witch's wicked ways. And so they set off, through thickety thorns and tripping ivy, in to the darkness of the woods.
Meanwhile, the crow had delivered the Kid to the witch's cottage. She cackled and thanked her pet before turning to the boy with a look of hunger in her black eyes. Grabbing him around his waist, she retreated in to her cottage.
There she put the boy in to a large cauldron, around which were scattered the bones of previous vile suppers, and proceeded to add all manner of horrible ingredients in to the water with the helpless Kid.
As she was about to hang the cauldron in the fire place, the crow outside let out a strangled squawk. Having seen the feathery devil, the Fawn had hit the wicked bird with a large stick, knocking it cold. The Witch looked up just as the Goat burst through the door and let out a mighty roar. As he and the witch fought, the Fawn retrieved her son from the horrid bath in which he'd been placed and as they reached the cottage's door, the Goat tossed the evil hag in to the fire.
The three of them escaped the woods, the witches shrieks fading away behind them. Having rid the village of the evil within its woods, the trio were named the Heroes of Boo Hollow.
P.S. No witches or crows were actually hurt in this Halloween Merrymaking. WE're actually quite fond of both around here. ;)