On the thirty-first of October that year, the village of Hallow was blessed with the coronation of a new king. The young man who inherited the throne was only sixteen; he had taken over for his deceased, and much hated father.
However, the people of Hallow loved the young king. It seemed too good to be true, when, right after his coronation, he announced that there would be a fantastic feast that evening that everyone in the village was invited to attend.
The townspeople had gone wild, for they were extremely excited to be dining in such luxury, especially in the presence of the King!
When the banquet arrived, the townspeople, dressed in their finest outfits, were shocked to see such a lavish feast. There were many dishes of made of pumpkin – pumpkin pie, pumpkin sweet rolls, pumpkin bread - as well as many other deserts, from chocolate tortes to fruitcakes.
“Why does the food consist entirely of sweet items?” A townsperson asked the King.
“I never enjoyed regular food,” the King replied simply. “This is a celebratory day, where you don’t have to torture yourself with the taste of non-sweet foods.”
The townspeople didn’t mind, but they began to sit down and eat nonetheless. A half an hour later, they were still eating, as the food was absolutely delicious. However, much of the food has disappeared, and the king soon realized that there would be none left for him to enjoy later. That was when he sat up and made the grand announcement.
“Please,” he pleaded, “Stop eating.”
The people stopped and looked the King, disappointed and puzzled.
“We must converse our recourses,” the King said, laughing nervously as he took in the angry looks. “We don’t want a food shortage to befall Hallow. I need some food to enjoy later!”
“You could always get more,” yelled an angry townsperson.
“You’re absolutely right,” said the King with smile. Soon he had come up with a glorious idea. “Who wants to continue eating?”
The crowd cheered in approval, and began to pick up their forks.
“Wait,” said the King. “I have made a decision. There is not enough for all of you, and I have decided to hold a contest that will determine who shall get the remaining food.”
“What exactly will the contest entail?” a dinner guest asked.
“You die,” said the King, having only a vague idea, “Or you get the treats.”
