As I stepped of the hay ride I pick my head up and see big, small, round, flat all different pumpkins.I think to myself how in the world will I be able to pick from all these pumpkins. Caught to my attention was the pungent odor of fresh cotton candy. The smell tingled in my mouth as I liked my lips. I ran toward my dad as fast as a cat being chased by a dog. I finally reached him and excitedly asked to help me pick a pumpkin. He smiles and nods his head. I walk up and down the field carfully examing the pumpkins making sure they dont have one single scratch or dent in them.When I finally reach this one pumpkin thats whispering my name asking me to take it home. I decide this is the one. I quickly whisper back sure so that no one would see. I grab it by the stem looking at all sides one last time making sure its perfect. My dad yells from the other side of the field "Its time to go". I run back toward him. He takes my pumpkin from my hand asking if this is the one I want for sure. I shake my head and say yes Im positive. "Thanks dad" I exclaim while I give him a big hug. I hope we can come back next year!
Dear Catliyn
ReplyDeleteMariah and I were looking at your blog post about pumpkins. We thought it was preety interesting to know about your experience with the pumpkin whispering to you and you whispering back to it. We enjoyed it! Keep up the good work!