Submission (#56) Approved

There was bustling all about the Fenmoore woods as wools of all shapes and sizes were out and about. Many had costumes or makeup - dressed as different ghouls, ghosts or creatures while Ezra wandered about the festival grounds. He felt out-o- place of sorts - he wasn’t wearing any sort of costume or makeup, yet the party-goers didn’t bat an eye.

He brushed past many a Wool, murmuring a soft “pardon me” as he looked at the different food stalls and party games. There were unique ghoulish themed foods for the occasion even! He paused at one, eyeing some of the options as a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth and he took it, thanking the vendor before continuing to see the different sights.

Shortly, the Wool found a seat on a stump, surrounded by autumn colored lights and the commotion of the party all around him.. He couldn’t help but smile before he dug into whatever snack he had just picked up. It took him a moment before he recoiled - his face twisted in surprise and disgust as he sat back and raked his tongue against his teeth in a meager attempt to get rid of the flavor.

Sour. It was incredibly sour, almost painfully so, but it eventually faded into something sweet that he couldn’t quite place.

A couple of nearby Wools could be heard snickering or full on laughing at the faces Ezra was making as he twisted and squirmed in his seat.. Pulling the snack away from his face to get a better look at it. It was dusted with something.. His ears slowly pinned back as he reluctantly brought the snack back to his lips and gave it a quick lick-

He was pretty sure the sound he made was only making the Wools near him laugh harder as he once again recoiled from such a.. Violent flavor. His muzzle wrinkled as he squinted at the “treat”, grumbling under his breath as he began to “de-dust” the treat held in his paw, the claws of his other hand scratching lightly at the pastry in an attempt to keep it as “intact” as possible.

He wasn’t aware of it until he gave the snack a once over that the fur on his arm had bristled ever so slightly. With a frown, Ezra eyed the pastry once again - noticing that he had managed to scrape off a decent amount of its sour coating and, with a heavy sigh, he reluctantly took another bite.

It was still sour, but.. The sweetness of the breading and filling were more prominent. Ezra sat back on the stump, smiling a bit as he enjoyed his snack, though he couldn't quite place the flavors.. He knew that it was some kind of a berry filling, though at this point he wasn’t sure if the dusting of sour powder was meant to offset the sweetness.. Or simply be a jarring experience for those that bought one. At the moment, he didn’t care as he watched other Wools play games and dance.

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