The Day my Pumpkin Rotted
It was October 1st, when the pumpkin was bought. October 15th was when everything went wrong.
We went home. I put the pumpkin on the table. “Mom, can you help me carve my pumpkin?” I asked. “Sure, I’ll be in in a second,” she answered. We carved the pumpkin. “I’m going to name him Bob,” I stated. “Ok,” mom answered, then went back to her room.