Poppy the Pumpkin 

They picked me up and hauled me to the car, I get to be in a family. I am so excited. We all get home and they pick me up and take me out of the car, I get set on the porch and I hear the mom say “Peter get ready to carve her.” ooh, His name is peter.

My favorite part of my day is seeing all of the happy pumpkins get picked up by loving families.&nbsp;

Hi I’m Poppy, I am a pumpkin and I live in the pumpkin patch. I like to go out on trips throughout the days, sometimes I like to roll around and watch the other pumpkins get picked up by happy families.I like to roll down hills( it sucks going back up them though).

I got to live in the little boys room forever and ever and it was the best thing ever.

He took the knife and cut my face. He cut triangles and zigzags down my face. I close my eyes and hope for the best, I wake up and my guts are in front of me, pieces of my body are thrown out with my guts.

I wish I could be picked up by a family. One time I got really close to being in a family, this little girl picked me up but she put me down because her mom told her to.

Today, this little boy came in and picked me up and said” Mommy, Mommy can I have this one....please?”.”of course if that's the one you want honey. His sister asked for one too but mom said no. His sister's name is penelope.

Ooh ooh&nbsp; I wonder what it means to get carved. I see the little boy come out with a sharp knife. What the heck is that thing? What are they gonna do to me, am I gonna die. I am terrified of what's gonna happen.&nbsp;

&nbsp;I noticed that I can see a lot better than I could before, and I can talk out loud. I can talk! I can hear myself! I’m so happy

Light wood

I looked up at the little boy and started thanking him over and over. He is in awe,” Mommy, Mommy the pumpkin is talking.“Oh is he honey?”