The clerk at the store had told me,"You don't want that pumpkin." But my heart was set on that one. It was round, spotless, and bright orange like a flame. Definitely better than last years As I strolled out of the bustling grocery store, I pondered what I should make the pumpkin into. A jack-o-lantern? A pie? As soon as he thought "pie", the pumpkin in his big brown paper bag seemed to turn a little bit more...more...orange?
I climbed into the heated car with my mom. "What did you get?" she inquired quickly.
"Oh, just a pumpkin," I replied calmly. I did not know why my heart was beating so quickly. It was just a simple question that any normal adult would ask. I ignored my racing mind.
By the time I got home, I knew clear in my head. I would make a pumpkin pie. Again! the bright pumpkin in the bag glowed brighter. It must be my imagination.
"Hrhhhh," I heard.
I spun around in a circle. "Who's there?" I whispered. In the dim light of the kitchen, I could just barely see the silhouette of the bag. Without warning, the pumpkin hopped swiftly over the edge of bag and glowered up at me. "Wh...wh...what?"...
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