"Pumpkin!" yelled Margie when she saw me...
"Pumpkin! Pumpkin!! Pumpkin!!!Pumpkin!!!!"she screamed as she ran over and gave
me a big hug and a disgusting wet kiss. She grabbed me by the
stem and carried me back to the porch.
Mother looked up and asked, "where did you find it?"
"Over there," replied Margie, and she plunked me down
near my friend the basketball.
I told the basketball he didn't
know how lucky he had it. The basketball just reminded me that
it was no piece of cake being bounced on your head and thrown
through a metal ring all day. I agreed.
The mother told Margie that they could start carving. I squeezed my eyes shut and got ready for the pain of the knife. Mother slowly brought the shiny blade up to my side. I felt the cold metal against my orange flesh. I wanted to scream as I waited for pain. She pushed the point of the knife into me and I felt a little twinge. Then she pushed the whole blade through me. I was ready for a lot of hurt, but I was surprised to feel it didn't hurt. As a matter of fact it sort of tickled. As a matter of fact it tickled so much I started to giggle.
I
was laughing so hard I didn't even notice when they were
done carving out my new eyes, my new nose and my new mouth. No,
it hadn't hurt at all and I kind of liked my new scary look. Now,
maybe people wouldn't push me around anymore.
When they were done, they
finally brought me inside the house and put me on the kitchen
table. Mother began emptying big bags of candy into a giant bowl
and Margie went upstairs to change.
A few minutes later Margie came down the steps in her costume- it
was some sort of princess outfit that didn't quite fit.
"I don't like my costume," she complained, "I looked
scarier when Mr. Pumpkin drew on me!"
"Honey, you know that pumpkins don't draw." replied
mom, "I think you look great!"
"Well this pumpkin draws, and I want him to do it again."
'Yeah, kid, you tell her!'
I thought to myself knowing what a great artist I was...
Just then the phone rang and mother left the room. I guess because
I was feeling good about myself, I whispered to the kid,
"Hey kid, come over here and bring the marker with you."
Margie ran to the table,
grabbed the marker, and gave it to me. I held it with my stem
again and I painted her face and made her look really scary again.
When I was done, Margie was so happy
she gave me another big disgusting kiss. I guess I was beginning
to like this kid, I can't really explain why though.
Mother came back into the room and said, "Margie if you draw
on yourself one more time there will be no trick-or-treating for
you!"
"I didn't do it, the pumpkin did!" laughed Margie, "Can
I leave it ma, please?
"Oh, Margie, sighed Mother, "I suppose so. It is pretty
scary."
Later that evening, they
put me on the porch with a candle inside me. The fire
from the candle warmed my insides like a mug of hot chocolate
and I felt happy. A group of kids with bags came up to the door,
and like a dragon I flickered and shot fire out of my mean
eyes. I could see the kids were scared and I liked it. This
Halloween thing wasn't turning out so bad after all. I spent the
whole night scaring kids and I even got to eat some candy.
I was feeling proud as I finally realized that being a pumpkin
on Halloween is a very important job.
