"OK, I'll call you when I'm ready to carve," and the little one started to draw a second face on my other side.
Ready to carve? Ready to carve!! Ready to carve!!!

Drawing a face on me is one thing, but carving one into my body is another slice of pumpkin pie altogether! There was no way and no how I was gonna' let that happen!

When little Margie tried to pick up her marker again I grabbed it with my stem.
"Hey," she cried, "Give me that marker."
I held on to it tightly.
"If you don't give it to me, I'm gonna' tell my mom on you Mr. Mean, Mean Pumpkin!"
But I kept the marker away from her little hands...
"Maaaaaaaaaaaa!" she cried, "the pumpkin stole my marker! The pumpkin stole my marker!" Luckily mother didn't hear her.
While she began to cry I stretched my stem as far as it would go and used the marker to draw a face on little Margie. I think she was too shocked to stop me. I gave her the most horrible, twisted witches nose, beady eyes, and then I gave her a big mouth that looked like a clown's. Yes I had my revenge and I felt good about it!

Margie just sat there staring at the floor until Mother came out again. I began to feel a little sorry about what I'd done...
"What did you do to yourself Margie?" asked Mother.
"I didn't do it!" yelled the brat of brats, "the stupid pumpkin did it to me!"
"Dear, I've told you not to use that sort of language or make up stories, and I've also told you not to draw on your face!"
"But I didn't mom, the pumpkin did it!" insisted Margie.
"Margie McGuire, you go wash your face right now! I'll draw a face on the pumpkin for you."
Margie got up and stomped away. Although I felt a little bad for her, I was thinking about performing the same drawing routine on mom. I changed my mind when I saw mom holding the sharp knife in her hand.