Hello Pumpkin

“Hello Pumpkin! You’re gourd-geous in your striped orange number!” * Just boo-tiful! Witch is why, I want to take you to my home.” “I’d rather patch things up here,” she says. He takes her home, cuts, depulps and carves her. She’s changed. She lights up, but in the dark, out in the cold she appears angry with flaming eyes. “There’s no way to patch things up now,” she grumbles, “but things cannot get any worse,” until a kid with candy passes by, grabs her, kicks her into the field, lighting it on fire. She’s all alone in the blaze, her orange number ruined, ruined for good, but one seed digs a trench and waits until next Autumn. A gourd in his white number approaches the patch, “Hey, it’s my dad! It’s my dad… Hey, Dad, over here!” His seed was a dork of a gourd, but he was his son, and the dad had changed after his wife ran off and someone burned the plot across the street. He took his son home and told him all about how he met his mom in her orange striped number. “She was gourd-geous, son!” 10/15/2022 *an item of merchandise and especially clothing