The Pumpkin Princess

As a child my father would tell me stories of a magical place deep in the woods, through the cemetery and down Spiral Hill. A place with color and new, wonderful things. I was also told to never go through any of the doors, but I am a stubborn child, and I would often sneak off to visit the circle of doors. On one of these forbidden adventures, a new tree sprang from the ground, it was nothing but a sapling. The next day it was the tallest, thickest tree in the magic ring. I should have left the woods after seeing such an impossible thing as a magically growing tree, but it was so enchanting, and I was so naive and curious. I just wanted a peek through the door... I never should have opened that door.