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[Goh_cutey_pie 8970]

Pet: Ozone and Heart string both are cats

Ozone was looking for the gummy fish and shark when a knock was at the door then an apple roll somewhere it was heart sting was there Ozone says "will you give me gummy fish and shark if I give you a apple!" then the heart sting says "yes!" and then the next night a box was there Ozone picked it up and then says "heart string give me this better take it so that no one takes the box and the inside of the box.

And then Ozone opened that box and then inside was a gummy fish and shark and a note it says "I know that your owner dresses you up for a big show and here is a gummy fish and shark to say thank you."

And then Ozone ate it up and open the bag of gummy sea animal and Ozone live gummy every after. The end!

[softcookies]

November 2024
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Entry: Kit is a huge fan of fall activities and halloween! Kit and his 5 (yes 5!) siblings always go all out for halloween. they love doing group costumes with each other for trick or treating. he usually thinks all year round about what he is going to dress up as, just so he can have the coolest costume! after trick or treating, they always gather on the floor to count out their candy and watch a spooky movie together. Kit somehow always seems to get a few more pieces than everybody else. a few days before halloween, they usually go to a pumpkin patch so they can all choose their own to carve. kit loves all of the pumpkin flavored foods and fall treats they have there. their mother gets them each one special fall treat to snack on while they look at all the pumpkins to choose from. there's always hay rides, spooky corn mazes, and tons of other fun things to do. kit and his siblings could spend hours in a corn maze, they love exploring all the different pathways and seeing all of the spooky scarecrows/puppets throughout. they haul each of their pumpkins home and then begin the carving process! kit always tries to have a unique pumpkin, he doesn't want to go for the usual jack o' lantern face. he hates the feeling of the pumpkin guts in his paws, but the result is always worth it. Kit and his siblings are always sad when spooky season is over. Kit's absolute favorite fall treat is his mom's apple pie. They always go as a family to pick the best looking apples to make into pies. apple picking has been a family tradition of theirs for years so they never skip it!

[bunnyboy]

November 2024

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Pet's name: Leaf-fall

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Leaf-fall was born as Leafkit to his mum. When she first saw him, she thought she looked just like autumn. Growing up, he became Leaf-fall, and all his bunny-kin started to view him as the sign of autumn to come. Together, they all started to gather anything that reminded them of autumn; leaves, pinecones, sticks, anything, and as they collect each and every one of the forest's great bounties of, they hum a rhythm to one another. Some would even be hopping in big leaf piles, eating pumpkin seeds, or play a great game of hide-and-seek. The time of autumn is a very special time for all the bunnies, but Leaf-fall especially loved it. Not because these traditions started because of him, not because of feeling special.... but because every bunny, young and old, fast and slow, were all having fun, enjoying the season together.

Leaf-fall adores autumn, Every year, the bunnies seem to come up with more and more traditions, and Leaf-fall loves each and every one of them. One bunny suggests that they should start carving pumpkins, so Leaf-fall finds the biggest and roundest pumpkin of the whole entire patch so all the little ones can have fun carving it. Another bunny suggests they all start gathering all the falling leaves into one great big pile, which they could all hop and bounce and play in, so Leaf-fall wakes up early every day of autumn to be sure that the pile is as big as can be. Indeed, autumn is a very special and wonderful time for the little bunnies! Just this very year, Leaf-fall himself suggested a brand new tradition that he hopes each and every pet of Chicken Smoothie will join. Leaf-fall himself insists on inviting everyone along!
"Won't you all come join us for a fun, wonderful and adventurous hay-ride this autumn? My kin and I will have a wagon ready, our kits have worked so hard on carving pumpkins to show during the ride, and our leaf pile is the biggest yet! We will also be colouring pine cones and putting little googly eyes on them, it'll be so much fun!"

Yes, the bunnies all love autumn. But no bunny loves autumn more than our very own Leaf-fall.

[ZenLacroix]

November 2024
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Pet's name: Pippin
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Paws crunching through the snow’s crystalline crust, Pippin closed his eyes and raised his beak toward the milky moonlight. He loved this time of year, when the trees were reaching their barren branches toward the sky and the smell of newly fallen snow – crisp and clear – twined with the heady mix of soil and fallen leaves. It was a time of reflection for many, a time of counting blessings and recognizing gratitude. But it was more than that for Pippin.

This time of year was full of the tilting of the skies, the early setting of the sun followed by twilight hours where the moon would shine, illuminating thin glittering layers of adolescent snow. The feel of the frozen white forest floor beneath Pippin’s paws was one of his favorite things, and he’d often go tramping about after dark just to leave as many pawprints as he could beneath the evergreens.

Tonight was especially striking, with high thin clouds arcing across the sky overhead. They were blazing in the light of the full moon, like the wings of great white dragons. Pippin stretched his own wings out as far as they would go, and imagined he too was flying high. Someday soon, when his flight feathers came all the way in, he would fly as high and as far as he could go. For now, though, he had to content himself with walking.

Or perhaps not: stopping and bunching up his muscles, Pippin dug his paws deep into a drift of snow until they met frozen earth. Tense, he waited, closing his eyes and letting the ambience of the forest around him melt into his consciousness. He could smell the squirrels in the nearby tree nestling into sleep, hear the distant cries of a pack of wolves high in the hills, sense the water of a nearby stream running swift and clear beneath a layer of opaline ice. He remained as still as possible until finally a slight breeze blew and ruffled his feathers, and then he leapt!

Wings spread wide, the force of Pippin’s leap sent him sailing through the forest. He reached out with his claws, digging them into the bark of passing trees, pushing off with enough force to maintain his wild flight. With each trunk he met he gradually increased his speed, until eventually he was like a silver fish in a stream, or a bolt of white lightning from a cloudless sky, threading his way through the forest faster than even the wolves could run.

Faster and faster Pippin went, until suddenly the trees ended and he was gliding out over open grassy flood plain. He could see the thin silver thread of a large river sparkling in the moonlight up ahead. Beside it rose the large tree he called home. It was gnarled with age, its branches carefully woven and tended throughout generations to form nests for different gryphons. His own nest was up high, near the very top of the tree. There he knew his parents were waiting for him with dinner freshly caught. His stomach growled at the thought.

His concentration derailed by the sudden hunger, Pippin skidded to a landing, leaving a long track behind him in the otherwise unbroken snow. Shaking out his feathers, he took one last look up at the beautiful white moon, framed by elegant clouds and winking stars. With the turning of seasons and winter’s close approach these crisp evenings would soon turn deadly cold: the nightly adventuring would have to cease. For now, though, Pippin had this time to enjoy everything about the world around him. With a spring in his step and dinner on his mind, he made his way towards home.

[WarriorGirl]

November 2024
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Ah autumn, the most beautiful time of the year. From pumpkin carving to the leaves changing from emerald greens to glorious sunset hues to all things pumpkin- and cinnamon-spiced, the fall season proves to be one of the coziest and most beautiful. It's a time of celebration of the changing seasons and preparation for the upcoming chilly winter months. Pets can start to slow down and enjoy all the fun fall festivities being offered.

Well...most pets at least. For others, like dear farmer Boba here, it's a time to put his paws to the ground and get to harvesting. Fall for farmers holds a very different meaning. There's no time to be out frolicking the pumpkin patches or waiting in line for an hour at Pupbucks for a frothy puppiccino. Oh no, fall is a farmer's busiest time of year, a culmination of all of the careful attention they have been giving to their fields since planting seeds in the spring. Those corn and soybean fields are golden and ripe for the picking by the time fall rolls around.

Waking up early in the day, Boba grabs his thermos full of freshly made coffee and heads out to the machine shed. There, he checks over his big green combine before hopping into the cab and put-put-putting away to his first corn field of the day. With the help of his sister Rogue driving the matching tractor and grain cart, they start harvesting and begin hauling in bushel after bushel of corn. Hours go by listening to some good ol' country music in the cab of the combine and chatting back-and-forth over the CV radio with his sister as they go up and down the rows of corn. He slows down only briefly at times, from speeding along at 3.5mph to a measly 1.0 mph to allow Rogue some time to dump the freshly harvested golden goodness into the grain bin a mile down the road from the field. As one corn field gets finished up, another one gets started and the two hard-working corgis work late into the night, stopping only briefly for lunch and dinner breaks. By end of the day, the two corgis say their goodbyes and Boba heads back home. He wipes his paws, cleans all of the corn and field dust off of his fur, and snuggles into bed, getting some well-deserved sleep before he starts the process all over again tomorrow.

[MorbidMonster]

♡ November 2024 ♡

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Fall had come again, and Topaz was waiting outside Squidbucks for her friends. Every weekend during the fall she and her friends got together for a delicious treat – an iced Squid cinnamon nutmeg coffee! Her favorite part was the whip cream, oh how she loved licking the whip cream off the top of the drink. “Topaz!” Oh, how she couldn’t wait to have whip cream sprinkled with cinnamon on top!

“Hey, hey, Topaz!” Blizzy called out, “are you ready?” Topaz, looked up, broken from her train of thought, face lighting up with a huge grin, “Yes!” She danced in a circle around Blizzy. The two of them planned to get Squidbucks before heading to the pumpkin patch to pick out the perfect one for them to carve and roast pumpkin seeds!

“Awe thank you so much Blizzy!!” Topaz hugged her bestie, incredibly happy. “You know you didn’t have to pay for me!” Blizzy chuckled at her friend’s response. “I just love seeing how happy you get when I treat you!” The door jingled as the two of them left the store, walking down the trail path towards the pumpkin patch. “omg Blizzy, you’ve gotta try your whip cream! They really outdid themselves this time!” A roaring laugh came from Blizzy, “You say that every time!” Topaz turned her head away from Blizzy in protest, “hmph. But it’s really-really good this time. Trust me!” Blizzy sighed, licking the top of the whip cream. “Nope, it tastes the same to me as always.” Topaz rolled her eyes, “and you say that every time too!” Blizzy pushed her friend in playfulness.

Soon, the two of them had reached the pumpkin patch, this was Blizzy’s favorite part, she raced up and down the rows of pumpkins shouting “this one! No, that one!” All the while, Topaz was slowly walking through the rows, her eyes stopping at the small pumpkins. “Nobody wants small pumpkins… We should get them, so they don’t feel lonely!” Blizzy ran up to Topaz, “Nobody wants them because you can’t carve pumpkins that small!” Topaz drooped her head. “But they’ll be lonely.” Blizzy hugged her friend. “I suppose we could paint them! That way they won’t be lonely anymore!” Topaz jumped up excitedly, and before long they had picked out two pumpkins each and were on their way home.

Once arriving home, they began by gutting the pumpkins and sorting the seeds into two piles so they would each have their own pumpkin seeds to snack on. After what seemed like ages, the seeds were done, the pumpkins were gutted, and they had the paint ready. “I’m going to paint a cow!” Topaz exclaimed before stopping dead when Blizzy splattered her with paint. “BLIZZY!” Quickly, Topaz grabbed a paint bottle and squeezed it in her friend’s direction, watching as Blizzy dodged and it covered the fridge. This went on for quite a while before the two of them were completely covered in paint and so were their pumpkins. They now had abstractly painted pumpkins. Both of them were laughing on the floor, covered in paint.

“Blizzy, you’re the best friend I could ever have!” Blizzy squeezed Topaz in a warm embrace, “And you are the best friend I could ever have!” The two of them finished painting, cleaning up, and finished the night by watching a spoopy movie and eating their pumpkin seeds.

“Thanks so much for hanging out again Blizzy!” Blizzy nodded her head, waving goodbye to Topaz before walking down the street, heading home. Topaz waited until Blizzy was out of sight before closing her door and collapsing from exhaustion. “This will definitely be going into the adventure journal!”

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[Lostlovebirdz]

November 2024
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Entry: Cinnamon tapped her paws impatiently on the cold tile. Her ears swiveled towards the sound of thumping behind her. She turned to see that her housefolk was finally going to open the door! A mrrow of gratitude left her maw as she watched the hairless paw of her housefolk undo the metal latch and turn the doorknob. Cinnamon launched herself out the door, leaving her Twoleg yowling in the distance. She had been waiting all day for this moment!

Every leaf-fall equinox at sundown, the cats gathered to play at the Leaf-Fall Festival! There were activities for everycat. For the more adventurous types, a haunted house filled with terrors from unruly dogs to vacuum cleaners. Not real dogs – thank goodness – but large cats dressed as the drooling beasts. The vacuum cleaners however were all too real (YIPES!).

The foodies got to treat themselves to an assortment of fall goodies: pumpkin pie, apple cider, oatmeal cookies, and caramel apples as far as the eye could see while the creative crafty types padded to the pumpkin patch. Pumpkins and other gourds of all shapes, sizes, and colors were available for carving. Many think that pumpkin carving without thumbs would be impossible, but the cats sure make it work! Cinnamon entered the front gates of the festival, paws thrumming with excitement. Her personal favorite was the apple orchard.

Oh, what to do first! Apple picking or bobbing for apples? Hm, what about the corn maze? On second thought, probably not because Cinnamon had a terrible sense of direction. She flagged down two cats pulling a little red wagon and hopped in. Bobbing for apples it is!

The wagon stopped by the gate to the apple orchard. She leaped out and made a beeline for the apple bobbing. It was a fenced area within the orchard run by a fluffy brown tabby cat with shining green eyes. They wore a red and white plaid bandana around their neck like a mini picnic blanket. They smiled at Cinnamon as she approached.
“Howdy! Wanna bob for apples?”

“Do I?”

Before the tabby could say anything else, Cinnamon dunked her midnight blue head into the water, chilly from the frigid leaf-fall winds. She meowed with surprise but it sounded more like a gurgle. She struggled to get a hold of a honeycrisp apple in her jaws. It was so slippery! Cinnamon heard a small crunch as her teeth sunk into the red fruit.

Pleased with herself, she emerged with an apple in her jaws. Cinnamon couldn’t hold it for long and dropped it onto the grass. The brown tabby cheered.

“Good job, sugar!” they exclaimed.

Cinnamon beamed with pride. “Thanks! I’ve been practicing all summer!”

The fluffy feline padded away and returned pushing a wicker basket. “Why don’t you pick a prize?”

There weren’t any prizes last year! Cinnamon picked out a mouse-shaped catnip toy from the prize basket. It squeaked when she chomped down on it.

“Thank you!” she said, her mew muffled by her new toy.

“You’re very welcome!” the tabby waved at her with their tail as she left to pick apples.

Cinnamon padded with a few other cats to the apple picking. She picked a basket and carefully climbed up the ladder to reach the sweet fruit. It wobbled for a moment under her paws but quickly stabilized. Cinnamon sighed with relief and pawed at a green apple that was loose on its branch. She purred when it fell into her basket and rolled beside her mouse.

The fruit gathering was going quite well until the ladder wobbled again. Cinnamon yowled as she fell and so did her basket. They both crashed to the ground and the other cats gathered around. Oddly enough, she laughed. “I’m okay!” she giggled.

A lightbulb went off in Cinnamon’s head. She had originally planned to use these apples for a pie, but she had another idea. She decided to hitch a wagon ride back to the cat at the apple bobbing stand.

“Hello again!” the brown tabby greeted her.

“Hi, do you accept donations?” Cinnamon asked.

“Donations?” They tilted their head.

Cinnamon lifted up her basket to show them. “I would like to donate these to your apple bobbing stand.”

“Oh, why thank you!” They smiled.

Cinnamon and the tabby, who turned out to be named Apple Fritter, filled more baskets with water and apples. They then spent the rest of the day together.

[Thaye]

November 2024
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around 50 miles west of the great city of Poultry Drink, where tumbleweeds flew up and down and sideways until they managed to geolocate someone's face, and where deserts stretched as far as the eye could see, square in the middle of the sea of sand was a small, rickety town. it stood loud and proud, despite it's size. everyone knew it was there, most likely because of the banners trailing after giant blimps that flew gracefully above Poultry Drink City. they said in bright, neon colors "DEAD MANS BEND EXISTS BY THE WAY". the sheriff of this town, had recently been to Poultry Drink City... and discovered....

IT WAS AUTUMN.

Now, eharp had never seen the brown-orange-reds leave scattered across the ground, nor the distinctive chill riding the winds. the desert didn't have any of that. it was only warm. blisteringly, nearly-cremating-everyone-who-dare-step-foot-onto-the-sands-within-seconds hot. eharp had heard rumours among Dead Man's Bend (or "D-M-B" as many called it) of autumn, but he'd never believed them. he barely knew leaves even existed. now he sat in his office, snout buried in fliplets (fliplets were little notes stapled together; they'd used to have scrolls and books, but now theyre extremely scarce due to an especially grumpy Buffalo buffalo, one of those that Buffalo buffalo buffalo, storming in and taking they're anger out on DMB's poor, poor paper supply a few decades ago. since then fliplets had just become a norm). he needed to celebrate such an event! when eharp had first discovered how autumn affected Poultry Drink City, he'd asked with an excited glint in his eyes if they did anything special during the season. pumpkin carving.... halloween(?)....... drink pumpkin spice bird beverage (he'd never understood why they'd chosen that name, as there wasnt even an ounce of bird within the smoothie)...... lots of exciting stuff. he was planning to launch a large gala; a frankenstein monster of the Poultry Drinkian traditions. eharp shuddered with excitement. he'd decided on it. four days from now, the "Autumfest of Dead Mans Bend" would commence. the sheriff spent the rest of the night up late, planning out the event.....






decorations? check. pumpkins? check. various flavors of bird beverages? check.


an insane amount of partygoers? check.


eharp worriedly fidgeted with his hat. there were too many guests. he'd only advertised the event to DMB. so were did all of these people come from? if he strained his ears, he could've sworn there was the uptown accent of Poultry Drinkians among the voices. where in tarnation did they come from? he thought anxiously, peeking out from behind the red curtain. a makeshift stage had been set up in good ol Middle Street. it was small, given the main street of the town was so narrow. infront of the stage, behind where the crowd was currently gathered, market stand and activities fought for space, the stalls stretching in a long line that even made it a bit outside of the town. he didn't have time to assess the situation anymore.


silence fell as eharp stepped out onto the stage. the only sound that broke the silence was his hooves clacking against the squeaky wood. he cleared his throat. "Good Ol' citizens o' Dead Mans Bend, and, er, friends from Poultry Drink," his voice boomed across the quiet street. "we've brought yall here today ta celebrate the changin of seasons in Poultry Drink! autumn is a true beaut over there, i'd recommend ya ta go check it out once we're done 'ere." a single set of muted, clapping of paws echoed through out the crowd before soon dying out. "uh, well, er, feel free ta go check out all them there stalls behind yall! happy ta have ya here!"

the audience rippled with an excited murmur. eharp breathed a sigh of immense relief as he stepped back behind the curtain; he thought he'd blew it there for a second. he greeted some of his fellows behind the scenes, before exiting through the backdoor. he navigated his way to the sheriff's office, and (very poorly) climbed the ladder hidden in the shade of the alley at it's side. he breathed in the warm night air. eharp watched the festival from his perch. thankfully, it seemed there was enough space for everyone. it was nice to watch the street that normally had an aura of anxiety and worry around it fill with happy partygoers. maybe he should do this next year too.......

extra: fliplet doodle https://ibb.co/bjtjMqJ

[Vazchu]

November 2024

The wind was raging outdoors again, making the leaves flee and hide beneath whatever shelter they could find. Windows were howling when the wind pushed against the glass as it struggled to break in and seeping in through the smallest crack of Danni's old cottage. He smiled as he saw the glittering raindrops through dirty glass, such a lovely weather he thought. Perfect for a night such as this.
It was not yet near Halloween, although he had invited his friends over anyway. It had become somewhat a tradition for them to have ”book-nights” in his large library that he overtime had filled with a great amount of books and trinkets that caught his attention. The old wooden floor let out a sigh below as he phased the room, lighting candles one by one. In the fireplace the wind howled through the chimney. Screaming in rage to let it in. The firewood cracked peacefully, knowing how well protected it was from the harsh weather outdoors.
”Am I first to arrive, Danni?” somewhat startled, Danni turned his attention away from the candelabra. ”Oh no, don’t tell me I got the time wrong yet again!”
Danni lent a glance at the old grandfather watch in the corner of the large library. It was precisely 8.30 pm. He smiled and turned to where the light mist started to shape into a familiar face. Gray empty eyes staring at him worryingly.
”No, no, this time it’s me who got the time wrong,” Danni said happily. ”Welcome, Patrick, I hope the weather wasn’t too harsh.”
”Of course it wasn’t, it was lovely,” the ghost, Patrick, replied softly. ”Though there’s far too much leaves this year.”
”Oh stop complaining,” both turned to a black mist that came through the chimney. ”It’s autumn, what’cha expect Patrick?”
”He’s a bunny at heart … What’cha expect dear brother? Of course ghosts are scared of leaves.”
”No I’m not scare-” Patrick was cut off by Danni who jumped from excitement as the black mist took form of two snake-like creatures:
”Albert, Henri, how are you? I’m so happy you could come!”
”Well, halo dear Danni,” Albert, the gray-blueish nightmare came closer and wrapped himself around Danni. ”You know, the usual … Making new nightmares and enjoying the screams of terror.”
”Any lovely nightmares as of late, Patrick-bunny-boo?” Henri, the gray one came closer, but wrapped himself around Patrick. ”Anything at all?”
”I’m perfectly fine,” Patrick said.
”Nope, I’m too happy during the autumn to have bad dreams,” Danni smiled. He truly loved his dear friends so much.
”Well that’s a shame …” Henri and Albert gazed at him longingly. ”We would have loved to make your nights most special.”
”Enough of that matter now,” Patrick managed to free himself from Henri. He seemed somewhat bothered by the closeness. ”What story have you picked this time?”
”You guys will love it! It’s an adventure tale of a hidden treasure and a long since lost empire!” Danni hastily picked up the book, showing it to his friends. ”A story that truly has everything one could ever want!”
The room grew silent, only the howling wind and cracking fire could be heard for a short while. Gazes met and slowly Albert and Henri closed in on Danni. Staring at the book in disbelief.
”Do be aware that nightmares aren’t easily impressed, dear boy,” Henri said with a haunting voice.
”Do be weary that we may change the content of said book if we dislike it,” Albert continued.
”Hush now, we all agreed to take turns in choosing books,” Patrick said. ”Besides, both of you have loved the stories Danni picked the most. Even more than what I tend to do …”
”Yes, because you’re much too scared,” Albert said harshly. ”And you call yourself a ghost.”
”Oh stop now, shall we make ourselves at home? I have prepared cookies and coffee,” Danni cut off their childish bickering. ”I always look forward to our book-nights and will not start disliking them now!”
The group of friends calmed down, smiling at one and another. Danni took the lead and made himself comfortable on a pillow. Henri lied down on the floor, somehow he found himself the most comfortable that way. While Patrick and Henri saw the freshly baked cookies and started eating. Danni smile before he started reading the story to the sound of the howling wind outdoors. And thus their special book-night had begun anew.

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[Turo0]

November 2024
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Once I was a seed. I was smooth and small. My siblings and I got planted one day. At first I was confused with all the new feelings. The soil was so moist and soft around me. It was so different from what I had experienced before. But somehow very comfortable at the same time. As days went by I stretched and fed off of the rich soil. One day I felt the air. I had gotten my first leaf! I felt the warmth of the sun on my leaf.
I grew and grew and one day I had beautiful vines with bright yellow flowers. Slowly the flowers turn into tiny pumpkins. Wait, I am a pumpkin! There's plenty of us, but I'm special. I'm perfectly shaped and grew into a lovely shade of orange. I was almost full grown when my farmer came to see me, chose me.
In a couple of days I was taken from my vine and brought inside somewhere. I looked around and saw some of my siblings. I'm glad I wasn't alone. There were also some children. One of them came laughing and picked me up, swinging me around in the air. Then taking me to the rest of the children. They played with me, taking care of me like a baby. It made me feel safe and comfortable. So comfortable I felt like I could burst. The children were laughing and smiling, and I smiled too. I smiled so hard I felt it. One of the children stopped to stare at me. Then the rest did too. One of them poked at me.
“Did that pumpkin always look like it was smiling?” One of the children asked.
“I guess so, not like it could have just grown a face, right?” Other one replied.
“I think it's pretty! It even glows!” Said the youngest one.
So I did glow. I felt so good and warm inside, it must have been too much to hold in my tiny body. I smiled even harder.
“Look, it's moving! It's alive! Magic pumpkin!” The first child said and started jumping from excitement.
“Daddy, come look! Can we keep it?” The youngest one said.
The farmer came into the room and looked at me, surprised.
“What a miracle, I guess we can't carve a pumpkin with a face like that.” The farmer said, smiling at the children. “Take good care of it, it is indeed special!”
The children hugged me one by one, and told me everything about their family. After all, I was part of it now. I wished I could talk back to them, but I didn't know how. Until one day, I was trying so hard, I felt the warm feeling again. I ripped my mouth open and let out a babble. I didn't know how to really say anything yet, but it was a start. The children were amazed by it. So was the farmer. They started to teach me words. It took time but I learnt them all and started to speak human language.
Now I'm already old, and the children have grown. They still visit me and the farmer every fall for Halloween. I'm their magical family pumpkin. The children love halloween and love scaring trick or treaters! It has been our tradition for years, and hopefully will be for years to come.