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Narrator: It was upon the occasion of her father's annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the embers of the smoldering rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a most personal and provocative summons. The worthy schoolmaster was in a transport of joy. To him, this could mean but one thing. Haha, Ichy, you sly old dog, you! What is this strange power you have over women? Well, tonight's the night, boy! Just turn on the old charm. The fair Katrina is yours for the asking. So gaily bedecked and nobly mounted on a horse he had borrowed for the occasion, Ichabod issued forth like a knight errant of old to keep a tryst with his lady fair. In all the countryside, there was nothing to equal the merrymaking at Mynheer Van Tassel's farm. To Ichabod, here was a perfect field for his endeavors. Now indeed would he put his best foot forward! For beyond all his other talents, the schoolmaster prided himself upon his (1)_________________. The unhappy Brom, already bested at every turn, saw himself once more outmatched. For as he watched the posturing pedagogue, he was forced to admit that here—here was a flawless picture of ease and grace.

Dancing Interlude

Narrator: There was no doubt that Ichabod was the man of the hour. Brom knew that he must concede his rival still another victory. And yet, there was still a chance his time would come. For when the hour grew late, Van Tassel always called upon his guests to tell him ghostly tales of Halloween. And Brom knew there was no more firm, potent believer in spooks and goblins than Ichabod Crane.

Brom Bones: Just gather round and I'll (2)_________________ on what goes on outside when it gets late. Around about midnight, the ghosts and banshees, they get together for their nightly jamboree. There’s things with (3)_________________ and saucer eyes, and some with fangs about this size!

Singers: Some are fat. And some are (4)_________________! And some don't even wear their skin!

Brom Bones: Ohaha, I'm telling you, brother, it's a frightful sight, to see what goes on, on Halloween night. When spooks have a midnight jamboree. They break it up with fiendish glee. Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst.

Singers: That's right, he's a fright on Halloween night.

Brom Bones: For when he goes a-jogging across the land holding his noggin in his hand, demons take one look and groan. And they hit the road for parts unknown.

Singers: Beware, take care, he rides alone

Brom Bones: And there's no spook like a spook who's spurned.

Singers: They don't like him and he's really burned.

Brom Bones: He swears to the longest day, he’s dead.

Singers and Brom Bones: He'll show them that he can get a head

Brom Bones: They say he's tired of his flaming top He's got a yen to make a swap. So he rides one night each year to find a head in the hollow here.

Singers: Now, he likes them little, he likes them big, part in the middle, or a wig, black or white, or even red

Brom Bones: the Headless Horseman needs a (5)_________________

Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a top to chop

Brom Bones: So don't stop to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a

Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.

Brom Bones: Now, if you doubt this tale is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I didn't stop for a second look, but made for the bridge that spans the brook. For once you cross that (6)_________________ my friends,

Singers: the ghost is through, his power ends

Brom Bones: So, when you're riding home tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might, He'll be down in the hollow there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!

Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop

Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking for a head to swap, So don't try to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a (7)_________________ man.

Narrator: It was the very witching (8)_________________of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The sky grew darker and darker as one by one the stars winked out their lights.  Driving clouds (9)_________________the moon from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy, so utterly alone. And the nearer he approached the (10)_________________, the more dismal he became. Once inside the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased one-hundredfold. For now the forest seemed to close in behind him. Every small detail of Brom's awful story returned to haunt his recollection.

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_________________a structure that is built over a river, road, etc so that people or vehicles can go across it

_________________a woman who is ​believed to have ​magical ​powers and who uses them to ​harm or ​help other ​people

_________________the ​time when ​witches are said to ​appear, usually twelve o'clock at ​night

_________________to prevent something from being seen or heard

_________________an ​area of ​low ​land between ​hills or ​mountains, often with a ​river ​running through it

_________________to explain something, or make it clear

Answers:

Narrator: It was upon the occasion of her father's annual Halloween frolic that Katrina again chose to stir the embers of the smoldering rivalry. Thus one invitation in particular carried a most personal and provocative summons. The worthy schoolmaster was in a transport of joy. To him, this could mean but one thing. Haha, Ichy, you sly old dog, you! What is this strange power you have over women? Well, tonight's the night, boy! Just turn on the old charm. The fair Katrina is yours for the asking. So gaily bedecked and nobly mounted on a horse he had borrowed for the occasion, Ichabod issued forth like a knight errant of old to keep a tryst with his lady fair. In all the countryside, there was nothing to equal the merrymaking at Mynheer Van Tassel's farm. To Ichabod, here was a perfect field for his endeavors. Now indeed would he put his best foot forward! For beyond all his other talents, the schoolmaster prided himself upon his (1)dancing. The unhappy Brom, already bested at every turn, saw himself once more outmatched. For as he watched the posturing pedagogue, he was forced to admit that here—here was a flawless picture of ease and grace.

Dancing Interlude

Narrator: There was no doubt that Ichabod was the man of the hour. Brom knew that he must concede his rival still another victory. And yet, there was still a chance his time would come. For when the hour grew late, Van Tassel always called upon his guests to tell him ghostly tales of Halloween. And Brom knew there was no more firm, potent believer in spooks and goblins than Ichabod Crane.

Brom Bones: Just gather round and I'll (2)elucidate on what goes on outside when it gets late. Around about midnight, the ghosts and banshees, they get together for their nightly jamboree. There’s things with (3)horns and saucer eyes, and some with fangs about this size!

Singers: Some are fat. And some are (4)thin! And some don't even wear their skin!

Brom Bones: Ohaha, I'm telling you, brother, it's a frightful sight, to see what goes on, on Halloween night. When spooks have a midnight jamboree. They break it up with fiendish glee. Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst.

Singers: That's right, he's a fright on Halloween night.

Brom Bones: For when he goes a-jogging across the land holding his noggin in his hand, demons take one look and groan. And they hit the road for parts unknown.

Singers: Beware, take care, he rides alone

Brom Bones: And there's no spook like a spook who's spurned.

Singers: They don't like him and he's really burned.

Brom Bones: He swears to the longest day, he’s dead.

Singers and Brom Bones: He'll show them that he can get a head

Brom Bones: They say he's tired of his flaming top He's got a yen to make a swap. So he rides one night each year to find a head in the hollow here.

Singers: Now, he likes them little, he likes them big, part in the middle, or a wig, black or white, or even red

Brom Bones: the Headless Horseman needs a (5)head

Brom Bones and Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop He's out looking for a top to chop

Brom Bones: So don't stop to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a

Brom Bones and Singers: headless man.

Brom Bones: Now, if you doubt this tale is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I didn't stop for a second look, but made for the bridge that spans the brook. For once you cross that (6)bridge my friends,

Singers: the ghost is through, his power ends

Brom Bones: So, when you're riding home tonight, Make for the bridge with all your might, He'll be down in the hollow there, He needs your head—look out! Beware!

Singers: With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop

Brom Bones and Singers: He's out looking for a head to swap, So don't try to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a (7)headless man.

Narrator: It was the very witching (8)hour of night as Ichabod pursued his travel home. The sky grew darker and darker as one by one the stars winked out their lights.  Driving clouds (9)obscured the moon from sight. Never had the schoolmaster felt so melancholy, so utterly alone. And the nearer he approached the (10)hollow, the more dismal he became. Once inside the murky glen, Ichabod's anxiety increased one-hundredfold. For now the forest seemed to close in behind him. Every small detail of Brom's awful story returned to haunt his recollection.