Another original story written by tate310, this time it's "Shef the Dog" Enjoy and comment.
Once upon a time, in the middle of an field of Tinsel Trees, lived a dog who is afraid of bees.
This dog was named Shef, who was named after the field, Sheffield Lanes, where the trees are made from tinsel and the wheels of a cart are made of white canes.
On the night of Halloween, Shef was trying out his witch's hat and broom from inside his room.
He was getting ready to get out of Sheffield Lanes, and onto the streets of Willow-Tree City, where the streets weren't as crowded and all the restaurants were awfully busy.
Shef was ready at quarter to eight, in paw held his broom, hat, in the hope that he's not going to be too late.
So he went out the door and into the wild green of Willow-Tree, at the sight of marvelous fireflies for him to see.
He went through four houses on the square, to be greeted with sour sweet, and all that while, the other friendly folk have gave him plenty of treats.
There were a few more animals on the far corner of the woods where the old ghost laid, where the pond in near some grass and some bales full of hay.
Shef, with his bag full of treats, and his broom in hand, headed for the woods in hope to get home, hoping that the woods wouldn't expand.
He soon arrived at the woods, but he unfortunately found out that the woods expanded.
In fact, the woods were so huge, that they went for miles and miles and miles.
Shef was scared, but confident that he would get home.
He kept following the woods, but still couldn't find his way home.
Then, Shef remembered something.
"All paths must lead to something." he thought.
So he followed a path that went by a bridge.
And soon, Shef was home!
Shef felt much better now, since he was home.
He went into the house, ate some candy, and went to sleep.