Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tales From the Pumpkin Patch
Once upon a time, there was a little cutie known as Cathy-on-a-Stick who wanted to spread a bit of Halloween cheer in the neighborhood. Namely, she wanted a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch. But this particular little pic-on-a-stick had a bad, old back (and totally lacked in the opposable thumbs department). So, she was gonna need a hand (and thumbs and back and let's just throw in 20 bucks while we're at it).
"Who will help me get a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch so that all the neighborhood kiddies will be delighted on Halloween and not throw eggs at my house?" she asked.
"Not I," said Oldest Junior Hall, dashing out the door to (possibly, but highly unlikely judging by the look on his face) work.
"If only I didn't have this camping thing!" said Juniorette Hall, peeling out of the neighborhood in the car formerly known as Cathy-on-a-Stick's car.
"Are you kidding?" said Juniorest Hall, who certainly did not need to shout over the phone when he added, "I'm not coming home from college just to get a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch!"
"Wait. A. Minute." said Mr. Hall, looking around and noticing that he was the only one left. "Fer crying out loud," he sputtered (I'm paraphrasing here, for the sake of the kiddies).
And that is how Cathy-on-a-Stick got her pumpkins. Cathy-on-a-Stick also asked, "Who will help me carve the pumpkin?" But that's another story (with a not-so-happy ending).