There was once a little pumpkin, one among many in a field. It was a lonely little pumpkin, wishing it had a single friend among all the others of it's kind. It was a small pumpkin, much smaller than the rest around it.
One day, the little pumpkin heard footsteps nearing the field. A small girl was walking into the field of pumpkins; she walked over to the lonely little pumpkin, and lifted it up.
The little pumpkin wasn't sure what she was doing, and wondered where she was taking it as she carried it out of the field.
The pumpkin was set down in a small house made of sand, and saw the little girl as she was examining him. The little girl looked sad to him…
He felt worried as she suddenly took out a small knife, and began to carve a face into him. But since he was just a pumpkin, he couldn't really feel it.
He wasn't sure why the little girl was doing this, she even gave him a mouth, though he couldn't speak. He wished he could, even though none of his kind ever did speak.
He wondered why, as the girl set him down and walked over to a wooden chest, lifting up a couple blocks of snow.
He looked confused as she stacked on atop the other, and even more so as she lifted him up and set him on the snow tower.
Suddenly, he could feel things, it was a bit cold, but he didn't mind. He turned his head, looking around. He noticed the girl jumped, and felt bad for scaring her. He moved closer, looking at her, wanting to thank her for giving him the ability to move. But he still couldn't speak.
He wished he knew a way to show her his gratitude.
The little girl showed him around her house, and then her yard. He noticed that she seemed happy to play in the trail of snow he left behind him. He was glad he could make her happy.
He played with her all day, no longer feeling lonely, for now he had someone to share his time with.
He watched the sun set with her, he hadn't been able to before, there were always other big pumpkins blocking his view. He felt relaxed and happy with her, but suddenly, he heard a strange moaning noise.
He turned and saw a creature coming towards them, and saw the little girl run inside her house scared.
He wouldn't let such a thing hurt his new friend, and he began to throw hardened ice balls at the creature. As the creature fell, dead, he felt happy that he could protect her.
They spent many days playing, and every night, he protected her from those who would try to hurt her.
But one dark night, while he was counting the stars with her, he heard an odd noise that sounded like bones smacking together. He turned, unsure of what this was until how saw a skeleton nearby.
The creature quickly turned towards them, and the little pumpkin wasted no time in hurling snowballs at it.
But suddenly, the skeleton was shooting back, and the pumpkin felt pain as an arrow pierced his side.
He heard the little girl yelp, but stayed focused on breaking this enemy, but to no avail. The skeleton shot many arrows, and his pumpkin head was knocked off the snow tower, and fell to the ground.
His snow body crumbled, and his pumpkin head smashed. He saw the little girl rush at the creature, taking it down after a little bit.
He knew he wouldn't last long, his ability to move was gone, as well as move of the inside of his head.
He saw the little girl walk over, she looked as if she was about to cry, she picked him up carefully.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you…" the little girl said.
The pumpkin felt warmth, while being held in her soft hands.
He wished he could speak, and tell her all that he felt.
How happy he was that she found him, how fun it was to play with her…But he never could.
He thought to himself, 'Though my life was short, my time was well spent. I'm glad you found me, I'm thankful that you gave me the ability to move. I have no regrets, other than that I couldn't protect you forever…' Everything the pumpkin saw grew dark.