Pumpkin Love

The other day we picked and carved pumpkins, roasted pumpkin seeds, and almost had a pumpkin wedding.

The Boy desperately wanted his pumpkin, Fred, to marry The Girl’s pumpkin, which remained unnamed.  He was performing the ceremony, in The Girl’s absence of course, and had almost completed it, when The Girl came out swinging.  Literally.  She removed her pumpkin from the off-putting scene with a growl.  The Boy cried after her, “But they already kissed!  They’re in love!”

The Boy remained undaunted.  Perhaps we will have a pumpkin wedding yet.

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