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NARRATOR 2:
 There was nothing to equal the merry-making
at Mynheer Van Tassel's farm. To Ichabod, here was a perfect field for his endeavours. How would he put his best foot forward! Beyond all his other talents,
 he prided himself upon his dancing
he prided himself upon his dancing. Unhappy Brom, already bested at every turn, saw himself once more outmatched. For as he watched the posturing pedagogue, he had to admit that here was a flawless picture of ease and grace. There was no doubt that Ichabod was the man of the hour. Brom had to concede his rival another victory. Yet, there was still a chance his time would come. For when the hour grew late, Van Tassel would call on his guests to tell him ghostly tales of Halloween. Brom knew there was no more potent believer in spooks and goblins than Ichabod Crane.
BROM BONES: Just gather round and I'll elucidate what goes on outside, when it gets late. Around about midnight, the ghosts and banshees get together for nightly jamborees. Things with horns and saucer eyes, and some with fangs about this size!
MAN 1: Some are fat.
MAN 2: And some are thin! And some don't even wear their skin!
BROM BONES: I'm telling you, brother, it's a frightful sight what goes on, Halloween night.
NARRATOR 2: It was the witching hour of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The sky grew darker and darker. One by one, the stars winked out their lights.
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