Earlier this fall, I went to the store and bought a family of pumpkins: a mommy pumpkin, a daddy pumpkin, and several baby pumpkins. They lived happily for about a week, and then to the sadness of everyone who saw them sitting outside our apartment, three of the baby pumpkins caught a terrible disease and died. That left just two baby pumpkins, the mommy pumpkin, and the daddy pumpkin. We thought that this awful tragedy might have affected the rest of the family, but thankfully, they hung in there together and lived peacefully for another three or four weeks. This morning, however, on our way back from church, Kevin and I became the witnesses to a horrible murder. We were walking along the sidewalk to our apartment complex when we saw the gruesome evidence:
Our pumpkin family was murdered! And on a Sunday morning! =( Poor, poor, pumpkin family. Who would do such a thing? They never bothered anyone, and they always gave you a warm welcome. We will miss you dear pumpkin family.
