The Pumpkins: A Short Story

After a family outing to the village a few risings ago, the girls wanted to attempt pumpkin carving, like the human children. So early next rising we trudged through the local pumpkin patch, sinking into the mud that had already been blessed by the October rains, and each procured our favorite pumpkins. We all wobbled and slipped under the weight of swollen pumpkins, and laughed as we carried them all the way back to the car. It was a noteworthy family outing and both girls had so much fun, it was worth the muddy trudging we had to do. Yes of course we could have just poofed the pumpkins to us, but they wanted to experience it in a human way. I just could not allow my muddy girls to climb up into the car like that, so we cleaned them and ourselves in the way of our people and headed for home.
They worked diligently to create their little masterpieces, especially Anya; she wanted hers to have horns. Finally Anastasia suggested using carrots, and then they set to task to figure a way to attach them. Anya's pumpkin now has lopsided horns in addition to its scowl. Anastasia's is more sedate: a curved smile, with triangular eyes. "It looks just like the pumpkin I saw on the doorstep of the funny ladies house now." She declared with pride.

“Your right it really does." Anya replies as they stand back to look at their pumpkins and chatter in their own special