We gave him a good face, not too scary, not too funny. The mouth was a bit too big but it looked great with the light inside.
When we came back from our trick-or-treating, the pumpkin was still looking fierce, although the candle was almost extinguished and the top was almost cooked.
Before we went to bed, we took him back inside. We didn’t want the squirrels or the skunk to eat him.
“Where’s all the candy?” the oldest said the next day.
“I put it in the pumpkin,” the youngest cried. “The pumpkin ate it all!”
“No, you ate it all,” the oldest said.
They went on quarrelling.
The pumpkin sat on the kitchen floor and seemingly watched us all with his big eyes. Did he want to say something with his big mouth or was he grinning?
“I’m telling you, this is an evil pumpkin,” the youngest said. “I know, the squirrels! Put him outside and the squirrels will take care of him.”
So back he was next to the front door.
“What’s this pumpkin doing back inside?” I said in the evening.
“I didn’t bring him in,” the oldest said.
“I didn’t bring him in,” the youngest said.
Out with him again. Maybe the squirrels hadn’t been hungry the day before.
The next morning, who was grinning from the kitchen table?
“Mom,” the youngest said. “Maybe we should let him stay. I’m not cross with him anymore.”
So, he’s back in. Watching the room from a corner. Grinning. He’s just as orange and nice as he was on Halloween. So many months later. The cat doesn’t go near him. We make sure no candy goes next to him.
We confess, we’re a bit scared of him, but he’s ours, isn’t he? And if he keeps looking this good, we might not have to carve another for this Halloween.
Happy Halloween, everybody!!!