Chapter 1: Leaving The Farm
I was like totally enjoying being orange...Hey, you would've too if you'd spent most of your life being a ghoulish shade of unripe green. Anyway, as I was saying, I was like totally enjoying being orange, basking in the autumn sun when I heard a pipsqueak voice scream, "I want this one!"
Since I'd seen so many of my friends disappear the same way, I already knew how this whole Halloween thing worked. A little boy or girl would walk over to you and yell, "I want this one!" and then the parents would stroll over and carry you off as if you had no roots. I decided to take measures to protect myself.
Because my daddy, Farmer Robinson, had already cut our stems (I guess to make it easier for the parents to carry us away), I was able to swivel my stem around and aim it where I wanted. Then when the little pipsqueak's daddy bent down to take me away, I let one of my seeds fly. It sailed through the air and hit him square on his nose. It was a beautiful sight.
"Ow!!" yelled the dad as he rubbed his nose, "I think this pumpkin just spit a seed at me...maybe we should find a different one, Margie."
"No," screamed Margie, "I want this one! I don't care if it spit at you!
This one! This one!!This one!!!"
And she got her way too...
If I had the chance, I would have spit a lot more seeds at that family. As a matter of fact, in honor of Halloween being on the 31st of October, I would have spit 31 seeds an hour for 31 hours. How many seeds would I have spit in total?
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