Quickly the Little Pumpkin nudged his way into a shaft of moonlight, turning his best face forward towards the children and arranging his leaves into a pleasing display. Many passed, but none looked. One by one, the pumpkins surrounding him were chosen and carted away, and bit by bit, the little Pumpkin became lonely. His friend had been taken long ago, hefted up into a wheelbarrow by several People on their way out of the Patch. Finally the Farmer closed the gate and the Little Pumpkin stood alone, with nothing around him but scattered leaves and the grumpy Wind.
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