In the morning, out ran the little brat. She grabbed me by the stem and said, "Good morning Mr. Pumpkin-umpkin." It was then I saw she had a marker in one hand and a knife in her other hand. Well, at first I was hoping she was going to use the knife to cut some pancakes or French Toast for my breakfast,

but the little one had other plans- plans which were not to my liking....
She took out the marker and began to draw on me. First she drew some horrible looking eyes that were not even in the right place, then she drew a nose that looked more like a triangle then something you breathe from, but the worst thing was the mouth that she made. Yes, the mouth was horrible. It had these three teeth inside of it that looked as if I'd never brushed them, and believe me, I take extremely good care of my teeth.
Well the next thing was the mother of this little 'artist' came out, looked at me and said,
"What a nice face you drew, pumpkin."
"Pumpkin?" I said, "Pumpkin? How dare she insult my whole family by calling this little brat 'pumpkin,' I never!"
"I don't like it!" yelled the brat.
"You don't like what, Margie?" asked Mother.
"I don't like the face I made. It's not scary enough."
"I think it is pretty scary," said mother.
'I agree,' I muttered to myself, 'as a matter of fact, it's one of the scariest things I've ever seen.'
"Well, you can make a new face on the OTHER side of the pumpkin," suggested mother.
'Great,' I thought, now I was gonna' have two horrible faces on me! What did I look like, some coloring book that you just draw on? This was my body they were messing with!
As mom walked back into the house she said, "Let me know when you want to carve the face and I'll come help."