There once was a Lynch family, so excited to carve pumpkins on a crisp October evening. The air was sweet with the scent of the coming fall and the excitement was tangibly bubbling, like a witches brew. They purchased an excessively large pumpkin from the local farmer, glistening and full of Halloween promise.
Spoons in hand, they dove into the pumpkin, scraping out its pulp and seeds. Their laughter echoed through their home, bouncing off the ragged, hastily-hung Halloween decorations.
Just as they began on their ghastly grinning masterpiece, the pumpkin twitched. Their laughter chilled into a fog. It twitched again. Before they could register their growing horror, it jerked all over the table, seeds and pulp splattering everywhere, and off it flew out the window. Bewildered, the family peered out to see their pumpkin rolling down the road, gleefully laughing, “Thanks for the facelift, Lynch Family!”
For every Halloween after, even when they acquired pumpkins from other farms, a suspiciously familiar, overly large, and lopsided pumpkin would appear on their doorstep on Halloween, its laugh echoing in the chilly air. “Happy Halloween, my dear helpers!”
And so, they learned two lessons. Firstly, pumpkins may not always be as innocent as they seem; and secondly, always put a lid on your over-ambitious Halloween plans!