Here in town there is a tradition that the high school kids steal all the pumpkins that night, and then roll them down main street so they crash into a big pile at the bottom. I pulled in my big pretty white pumpkin and the other two little ones that I liked. I am hoping to have them through Thanksgiving. I have had to tell a kid or two that it would be next to my bed, where I sleep with a gun, if they wanted to come and get it. I was a little worried what Tristan would do when the kids stole his pumpkin Halloween night-he was pretty proud of it and checked on it every day. His pumpkin somehow made it through the night... but now that it's all sketchy looking I think he is ready to see it go.
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