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The spirit of the three legged headless goat lurks the pumpkin patches on this harvest moon night. The story goes like this. The baby goat wandered away from his mother. He ended in the pumpkin patch on the night of the harvest moon. Lost in the dark. The cool damp air lingered. The spirits of hallowed eve surrounded him. The leaves crunched in the cool breeze sounding like footsteps from a distance.The goat turned around to see what lurked in the distance never to see the light again.