the halloween tree

The boys stared-fast front door. The Marley knocker was not scowling now, but smiling an evil smile.
"What's he mean?" asked Tom. "No treats, only trick?"
Backing off around the side of the house, they were astonished at the sounds it made. A whole rigamarole of whispers, squeaks, creaks, wails, and murmers, and the night was careful to let the boys hear them all. With every step they took, the great house leaned after them with soft groans.
They rounded the far side of the house and then stoped.
For there was a tree.
And it was such a tree as they had never seen in all their lives.
It stood in the middle of a vast yard behind the terribly strange house. And this tree rose up some hundred feet in the air, taller than the high roofs and full and round and well branched, and covered all over with rich asortments of red and brown and yellow autumn leaves.
"But," whispered Tom, "oh, look. What's up in that tree!"
For the tree was hung with a variety of pumpkins of every shape and size and number of tints and hughes of smokey yellow or bright orange.
"A pumpkin tree," someone said.
"No," said Tom.
The wind blew among the high brances and tossed their bright burdens, softly.
"A Halloween Tree," said Tom.
And he was right.

From "The Halloween Tree" by Ray Bradbury. <---read it ok? promise?

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