Chapter #7: The Great Escape

I knew I had to escape before they came at me with the knife, but how? Where was I gonna' go? I looked all around but saw nowhere to hide. I sat there, worried and thinking when I had an idea.

I had seen there was a basketball hoop in the driveway of the house, and I knew where there was a hoop there must also be a ball. Well, if you didn't know it yet, I should tell you that basketballs are distant cousins of pumpkins and the fact we have similarities is no secret. I used my new eyes to see behind me and I saw just who I was looking for...

It was a new orange basketball which looked a lot like me (just not as pretty). If I could only get myself over to that basketball and switch places with him, I would be a safe pumpkin once again.
I decided to get closer to the basketball so I started to rock back and forth until I rolled off the porch and onto the grass and right up to the basketball. I said 'swoosh-pitter-pat,' which meant hello in basketball. The ball said, 'swoosh-pitter-pat' back to me.

Now trying to explain something to a basketball that doesn't speak pumpkin is not easy, as a matter of fact it's nearly impossible. I knew I didn't have much time before lunch was over and the brat and her mom would be hunting me down for the horrible carving.

After the basketball had heard everything he was a little worried, especially about the knife, so he said he would help me because a pumpkin had once helped him during an important basketball game.

I thanked the basketball a thousand times as he bounced himself over to the porch of the house. I lay in the driveway acting as much like a basketball as a pumpkin can.