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Chapter #8: Pumpkin Kisses and a Happy Ending...
A few minutes after I had switched with the ball, I heard Mommy with come back out with little Margie.
"Where's the face we drew?" screamed Margie, "it's gone!"
Mother walked over, "Don't be silly Margie," but then she saw the face was missing too.
"This is very strange," said Mother, "faces just don't disappear off pumpkins..."
Margie picked up the ball and yelled, "Hey this isn't my pumpkin, this is my basketball," and she began to cry.
"I want pumpkin! I want pumpkin!! I want my pumpkin!!!"
"Dear, dear, we'll find it, don't worry," said mother.
"Well, where is it?"
"I don't know, pumpkin, we'll have to look for it."
Margie started to walk around the front of the house calling, "Mr. Pumpkin, where are you, Mr. Pumpkin? Come here Mr. Pumpkin."
I lay there as still as I could, hoping that I wouldn't be discovered by the brat. I held my breath as she came a little closer to where I was.
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Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me," I repeated to myself. But Margie saw me...
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