(continued from previous page…) But just as suddenly as she had appeared before, there she was again, with a tap tap-tap on his side and a broom in her hand. “You look marvelous!†she said, her face beaming in the moonlight. The Little Pumpkin was confused again, but picked himself up nevertheless, determined to look his best, even if he was the same size. The little girl thumped her broom down at the Little Pumpkin’s feet. “Come on now! It’s Halloween and we need to fly!†Completely stumped, the Little Pumpkin stared at the broom stick in horror. I can’t fly! What does she expect me to do? I can’t even walk! The Little Pumpkin looked back up at his Picker and tried to think fast. Maybe…maybe if he used his vines to hold on…but how do I get on the broom? I can’t nudge my way on like I do through the soil! The Little Pumpkin slouched in concentration. He felt something warm, like hope stirring in his insides again, and decided he could at least try. And so he did, but before an inch of soil stirred around his base, something happened.
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