Pumpkins' Plight
A pixie prowled a pumpkin patch and picked a pumpkin out to snatch and carry back into her home behind a gnarly garden gnome. The pumpkin watched her at the loom she kept at ready in her room, for weaving warm and wooly wraps to keep the chill off when she naps.
While snuggling up to go to sleep, she didn't hear the pumpkin creep into the pumpkin patch again, rescuing pumpkins from the pain of being gutted, sliced and slit to serve as lanterns, brightly lit or maybe luscious pumpkin pies, though, either way a pumpkin dies.
by Susan
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Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. MM Award Winner
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