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Pumpkin For Your Thoughts
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Jimmy stared down at the pumpkin at his feet, a smile spread across his face. “This one. I want this one.”
His mother took one look at the pumpkin covered in little bumps and shook her head. “I don’t know about that one, Jimmy.”
“Please, mom. It’s absolutely perfect.” He turned his little six-year-old eyes towards her giving her his best puppy dog look.
She couldn’t refuse him with those pleading eyes. “Alright. If you’re sure that’s the one you want.”
“I’m sure.” The frown disappeared, replaced once more with a smile so bright it lit up the whole pumpkin patch.
“Wait right here, and I’ll get the nice man up there to carry it to the car for us.” She pointed to a tent where a group of men and women milled about helping customers with their pumpkins.
Jimmy nodded his head and kneeled to sit in the cool grass beside his prized fruit. With a glance over her shoulder every few steps, mother quickly found someone to help her and rushed back to her waiting son.
The man raised an eyebrow when he saw their selection but said nothing. He reached down and plucked it from the ground, easily carrying it to the table by the tent so she could pay for it. With that taken care of, he took it to their…
