Tipsy tries to be scary

*Tipsy* Tipsy only danced at midnight. When the moon slipped out from behind the clouds, her pumpkins woke up popping up on their skinny stems, glowing just for her. She tried so hard to be spooky. Red nose, little fangs, pink eyes that glowed like candy. But then she'd spin, and her rainbow tutu would swirl, and her tiny pumpkin ankle charms would jingle, and splash she'd land right in her favorite puddle. "Oops," she'd giggle, balancing on one pink toe. And all the pumpkins laughed their glowy, toothy laugh. Tipsy wasn't scary at all. She was Tipsy and that was exactly why they showed up every night.