Goodbye, pumpkin pie!

A story for all ages

A pumpkin once grew in a patch, a round and plump thing, the best of the batch. The farmer’s wife, a little witchy, cast her spell (with words this catchy):

“Pumpkin! With leaves for fuel and stem for wheels, become a race car for the realz!” With a gold-plated stem and a pumpkin-carved seat, she whizzed the course at lightning speed, no small feat, and left all others far behind, eating trains of pumpkin rind.

But as the race came to an end, the pumpkin transformed once again: into an air balloon, that soared up high, with the farmer's wife popping the cork of champagne.

When our witchy lady deemed it enough, she waved a hand and came down, with a thump, then alighted deftly, just a little jump.

With a wave of her wand, she brought the magic to an end, the pumpkin’s form, she did blend, to become pumpkin soup, cooked with spices, served in big scoops.

She invited her friends and they could all attend, but still more soup lasted ‘til next weekend.

Soup in the making, the witch looked around for something to do with the pumpkin’s crown. This zero-waste lady composted the seeds, that sprouted and flowered between the weeds.

Many little pumpkins were sweet by September, so dear friends, you can now remember: when you see a plump and round pumpkin like me, it’s not just for pie.

In the right circumstance it can transform into things you couldn’t believe; and the seeds, if thrown in compost will give you wonders of next year’s crop.

by Amaya Sarmiento Echarri