Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Free ranging fruit

Once upon a time, a pumpkin was spotted, stem clipped, in a stark nearby field.

Bright orange popped against autumn-pale farmland stripped of its non-pumpkin crop.

Back home theories abounded: perhaps the pumpkin was stolen and ditched by a thief lacking the strength to carry it home; or maybe the large fruit was catapult fodder. No indications of smashage, though.

The situation was so...weird.

I decided to snap a photo of the lonely guy. His vibrant optimism juxtaposed within such a bleak landscape.

So I went back to the field.

What should I discover...


but an additional pumpkin keeping him company!

Dear mysterious feral pumpkin and companion, will your stories ever be revealed?

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