Miss Allison’s 3rd grade class looked forward to going to the pumpkin patch in early October. Jack and his friends ran through the patch, lifting leaves and poking small fingers at all the pumpkins that they wanted. After lunch, Jack sat on a hay bale and laughed at a little round pumpkin that was cute, but just not as large as the others.
“I think I’ll call you Pum since you’re not big enough to be a pumpkin yet.”
“Class,” Miss Allison called, “it’s time to go!”
The students all cheered and promised the farmer they would be back for their pumpkins in time for Halloween.
“I’ll be back Pim,” Jack whispered before he left.
Pim was no ordinary pumpkin. He couldn’t wait to see the little boy again. Just the thought of being his jack-o-lantern filled his soul. For the next two weeks, all he did was think of the boy and the day when they would be together.
The farmer was nice enough, but he forgot all about Pim, who sat behind the hay bale and dreamed of the boy. Two weeks passed and Pim was about to give up ever seeing the boy again when he heard a familiar laugh. It was the boy! Pim tried to jump, but pumpkins couldn’t jump. All Pim could do was sit in silence and watch as the boy and his family walked through the patch and selected three large, perfect pumpkins.
The boy had forgotten about Pim. Pim’s heart sunk and the small pumpkin sulked in silence until night fell. I wish the boy and I could be together, Pim thought on the wishing star. Suddenly Pim felt different. Energized. Images raced through Pim’s mind. Images of the boy in his house, putting on black robes, and complaining to his father that his costume was missing something. The more Pim thought of the boy, the more strange Pim felt. Without knowing how, Pim moved! Pim, the small pumpkin that no one wanted could move!
Sounds of Halloween frights and trick-or-treating filled the air and Pim knew exactly where to go. Out of the deserted pumpkin patch, and down the dirt path, the little pumpkin hopped. Hopped to the boy.
Jack was heading down his block toward the best houses in Appleton when he noticed a little pumpkin sitting under a street light.
“It’s you!” Jack screamed as he picked up the little pumpkin and looked at it. “Pim! It is you! I told my mom about you but, oh, it doesn’t matter. I’m so glad I found you!”
Pim felt happy and overjoyed to finally be with his boy.
“You’ll make the best staff,” Jack said as he jammed the end of his staff through the little pumpkin and carried on down the road as the Grand Pumpkin Wizard of Appleton.