The smallest pumpkin in the pumpkin farmer’s field decided to break her stem and roll to the barn where the chickens playfully pecked her skin, but it would not break. And even if it did, her insides wouldn’t be all that tasty anyway since she was

still so very green despite her fearlessness. After rolling through the chickens, she rolled past the gates that kept the horses from straying too far. The horses thought a ghost was pushing the little pumpkin along, so they jumped and cried and made the ground tremble, but the pumpkin only laughed and kept rolling, saying, “I will never again see my vine; everything will be just fine.”

 

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