He lived a simple life. Basking in the sunshine, soaking up the raindrops cascading down his tight outer shell. It was a good life. If was Fantastik. A great patch of friends to grow with. The mild mannered Peter Pumpkin had no worries, living under the radar. He would sometimes ask himself, orange ya glad?

Then one day, everything changed.

Plucked from the vine, nefarious strangers transported him to a market of despair. It was a market of fear. A market of fate. He was "acquired" by the diabolical Dr. MP, aka "Miss Prissy," or "Melon Puncturer."

Before long, Peter knew he wasn't in Kansas anymore. He was humiliated, gutted, sliced and diced, disfigured to the point where he had the garish face of a mammal. Not a human, not any animal per se. Just a cartoonish example of how plant life can be abused by the more "mobile" life forms. Then he looked in the mirror.

That reflection transformed him. He had new life! He had personality! He was no longer a pumpkin, he was different, unique, special! "Thank you, Doctor MP! You've perfected me!"

The doc purred... "You don't know jack. Don't say another word, or I'll make you a lantern." "Why?" he asked. The rest is history. Jack's face dances in the night, sparking fear and delight in children of all ages.

This year's Jack-O-Lantern is brought to you by...

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:)

TG