Pumpkin Farm


The pumpkins grew in the field like full orange moons. Dark green leaves and twisting veins sprouted alongside them, trailing on the plough lines. A scarecrow stood over them all, failing in his job to scare the birds away. A cloudy night rolled in, a storm threatening.

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