BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
CHOSEN FROM THE PUMPKIN PATCH
Here I am laying and sunning myself in the garden, snuggling with my siblings. Sometimes it rains on me (us), that feels good too.
OH NO, what’s happening? Why is that guy chopping me from my vine? He’s doing it to all of us. OH NO, now I’m for sale.
Oh good, a little girl bought me and is hugging me. We’re going for a ride in the car. I wonder what will happen next?
OW! Her dad is cutting off the top of my head. OW-OW-OW. Now he is scooping out my tummy stuff. Here comes a smaller, sharper knife. It hurts, but now I am getting eyes, nose, and mouth…
This is kind of nice, they are putting a warm candle in my tummy and the little girl is hugging me again — we’re getting our picture taken.
All the kids in funny costumes glance at me when they come and say “trick or treat”, then they get candy.
NOW, THIS IS BAD… I’ve been sitting out here on the cold porch every night for a week. They forgot about me, they don’t even put a warm candle in my tummy…
My faashe ish getting shoft, my eyesh and moush are drooping. I’m sharting to shemell bad.
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