“Now honey, remember what I told ya?”
“Um. I think so…”
“It’s okay. Just remember, if you see one of ‘em pumpkins, just give ‘em a good stab. Deep.”
The two continued walking along the dirt road.
“Dad? Why do we hunt pumpkins again?”
“Well, it’s because pumpkins are very bad, soulless creatures who hate America. Wait! Sh! There’s one!”
It emerged from a nearby bush with a low pathetic moan.
“Go on…” The father nudged her daughter. She slowly approached the pumpkin which stared up at her with small, timid eyes. She gripped the knife and gulped.
Written for 100 Word Wednesday.