Cast out.
He could feel their eyes upon him…shadows safely behind their blinds and curtains.
Why was it taking them so long to pick him up?
Torment enough when told he only said, “Well, for everyone’s good, I guess there’s no point in noncompliance” and none of them – not one – said a word. Deadly silence.
But here, in the early hours – they said to be on the curb by 7:30 am – he had hoped one would run out – anyone – to take him in hand and say, “You can hide in the back – no matter what happens, you’ll be at home.”
But, sadly, no.
No second thoughts. No reprieve.
No movement by those on the porch.
Only watching – watching so far away.
He shouldn’t have felt cold, but he shivered.
A distant childish voice chirped “Ring around the Rosie, pocke-” but was quickly shushed.
A small kindness.
He wished the clouds would come back – the telltale blotches, the dark circles, less noticeable when grey.
A rumbling and squeal of brakes.
Two men hopped out of the scary vehicle – wearing gloves…and masks.
Fate to the winds now.
“Oh, a pumpkin. Guess the mice at the dump will have a new dining hall. Might actually sprout a vine,” the trash guy quipped as he pitched the orange out-of-date-and-time pumpkin into the truck.
Well, they say cats have nine lives…who’s to say what a hardy Halloween pumpkin is capable of?
These are strange days
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
If you are out of the Can-you-believe-these-orange-veggie-invaders-are-still-around loop, catch up here:
“The Pumpkins must die” (Little did we know what we were in for…Jan 5, 2020), “What goes with orange that will not go away?” (Oh, they are just lingering moochers, right? Moochers, not munchers, right? Jan. 27, 2020) “Pumped up for beads, Mister” (Obviously someone got the wrong information…Feb. 16, 2020), “Halos and The Big Worry” (RC Cat offers a simple explanation of who they are and why they are here…March 16, 2020), “Are you a Marie or a Little?” (Oh, they photo bombed this one. March 17, 2020)
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oh I wish it will become a carriage like the one in cinderella for all mice ;O)
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Or a grand ballroom – with snacks to nibble everywhere! Thanks for hitching up a comment to park here
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Thinking of our present states, social distancing is appropriate. Or considered landfill mouse ‘curbside delivery’ per our current restaurant vernacular? Or, quoting an esteemed Vulcan, “… the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or of the one.” Evenso, feeling a bit sad that biology finally caught up with us this morning. Should Staff be granted a brief audience, it would be enlightening to hear HRH’s account of the events. (If Cinderella isn’t available, perhaps Shrek and Fiona’s little friends)
ps… new one: rather than April showers bring May flowers; Estes style is Easter snows shelter brave aspen blossoms?
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I never thought I’d feel sorry for a pumpkin, but…
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I know. Put it off, but it started oozing on the teak bench…
Maybe we should have played Taps or sent it off with NOLA style march/music?
Still opportunity: Then there were 3….(sounds like a novel…)
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Well, you sure got some mileage out of those (and some remain, I gather). I looked through the previous posts (and progression of decorations) . . . nice.
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When I saw the title I knew it was the poor pumpkin. He had a good run and maybe will now have mice friends.
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He was always an earthy one, so maybe this is for the best. Thanks for rolling a comment this way
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Everyone likes to feel useful! Thanks for seeing him off.
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I have three Pumpkins left from last year. My Earthworms love them I give each colony one good size gourd every three weeks. I just this morning planted all of the seeds I removed from them, if they sprout in the colonies it can be a real mess. One person’s Orange is another’s Gold.
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It’s so humid, hot, and damp here pumpkins rarely last until Halloween. These foster pumpkins must be a heritage variety.
On the farm, we grew a few pumpkins from left over seeds and all sorts of gourds, but different soil, climate, and space. At first we all tried to keep the deer and critters from nibbling, but later we said dad planted stuff just to lure the deer down the creek and up the hill so he could watch them from the porch. Just as valuable as food. Thanks for seeding a comment!
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🙂
janet
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Glad you got a giggle
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Oh my, never have pumpkins held on so long. And you took me in, Phil, wondering where you were going with the tale. Poor pumpkins, off to the garbage heap. May they live on! –Curt
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Only one gave up the firm structured life. It is sort of a transformation and rebirth…hmmm sort of seasonally appropriate? In any case he didn’t give up on being desert for someone! Thanks for rolling by with a comment
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I have a real weakness for pumpkin pie!
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One down, three to go. Poor pumpkin.
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The remaining pumpkin compadres isn;t seem to go all mushy at his departure. Perhaps simply stoic. Thanks for carving out some time to chat
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You may need to pump life into the remaining kin.
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Rats. I thought it might be immortal
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Aw, how could you throw out the poor old thing… warts and all? Well, at least his buddies are holding up. Maybe it’s a relief that he’s moving on. Apparently, he wasn’t faring so well moving into the spring season.
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And so much for that youthful face cream we were going partners on!
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