The night was dark as magnolia essence toppled the list of pollutants monopolizing the evening air as the moon fairies flew about tree-lined street. The cockatiel perched above the magnolia flowers' branches blinked, spread open the wing set, said, "I am not your data set!". then blinked.
As the moon fairies worked jewelry, especially designed for the witch'es howl seemed to grow from the tree then dangle or rest on a branch or sometimes on a magnolia.
Grandpa was the first one to show up near the magnolia tree, he had a bottle of white lightning and some kick ass smoke because he started talking to the jewelry until he saw the cockatiel then he began chanting in his native tongue something about a bird then the bird dropped dead and landed on the ground on a magnolia flower petal.
As the dead bird lay on the ground Grandpa walked over to it and mumbled something while he circled his hand around three times until the bird, yes, the cockatiel got up and flew to Grandpa's outstretched hand.
the shadow of the cockatiel rode up the flight to Grandpa's hand but then it split and flew off into the sycamore tree to look for apples.
A hand stitched voodoo doll of metal created into a pendant set a challenge on each wearer each time it is worn. It is of white and black magic, good and bad auras, and a highly calibrated weapon able to do great damage to entire galaxies, dreams, plans, hopes, and goals. It is capable, with one view pitched at the right time toward the intended recipient to create instant depression on the wearer and instant poverty. It is a soul sensitive piece of jewelry capable of making the wearer experience anything and everything. Only the viewer who knows the piece may overpower the piece. On Halloween the darkening begins when the gift is received and lasts until the viewer locates it and gazes upon it.