Pumpkins

I bought a couple of pumpkins for us to carve several weeks ago. We have to buy them when they come to the store, because that is really the only opportunity one has to get a pumpkin in Japan. Our two little pumpkins sat on the front porch for a couple of weeks. We were waiting until closer to Halloween to actually carve them.

One morning about a week ago I noticed that there were no longer two pumpkins on the front porch only one. I was incredibly distraught that one of our pumpkins had been stolen. For the next week, every one I encountered I told the story of my poor stolen pumpkin.

Walking to the playground with Lily,
my neighbor says: good morning, how are you today?
I say: My pumpkin was stolen.

My friend calls me on the phone,
friend: Hi Marsha, how are you doing?
me: My pumpkin was stolen.

A neighbor boy comes to the door,
neighbor boy: Do you have any old newspapers I can borrow?
me: My pumpkin was stolen.

You get the idea, this was all I talked about for days. I was the biggest baby. Yesterday, I noticed that there is now two pumpkins on my porch again. I cannot tell if this is my original pumpkin or a new one. They all look alike to me. I don't know if one of my friends or neighbors felt sorry for me and bought me a replacement or if the evil pumpkin theif, was actually just borrowing my pumpkin? I wonder if I owe someone a thank you? I think I owe everyone a bit of an apology for being such a cry baby. Still, My pumpkin was stolen - right off my porch.

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