There once were two pumpkins, in a land that is Ireland long, long ago (11 months ago to be exact)….
Two pumpkins were rescued from the trappings of a crate in a local fruit and veg shop and their souls pined to be released on time for the awesome festival that is known as Halloween! They were crying out for someone to save them so I grabbed my bicycle and raced as fast as I could to retrieve them from the prying eyes of the giddy children preparing to Trick or Treat. The excited pair of pumpkins tossed and turned in the sack that hung from my handlebars until finally they took rest in my humble abode….
They were glowing with relief but they still couldn’t breathe so I intervened with my knife and carving tools to release their souls and give them new life! First came little Patch, he was the cutest little pumpkin ever to be seen!
He was so happy, he grinned gleefully and was full of joy having finally been released from the disguise of his hard orange shell. He waited patiently to meet his compadre who had been by his side throughout the journey to freedom. Little Patch was in for a shock though, his compadre wasn’t keen to be friendly! Having gurgled and spat his way through being carved, Charlie winced as his guts were pulled from inside and cried out to be fed as soon as he was unveiled from behind the shield that was his orange peel skin! The second pumpkin had exploded into existence with a menacing GROWL…. Continue reading “A Tale of Two Pumpkins”