The life story of a pot.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008


Something interesting happened today--a pumpkin joined our jolly gang on the floor! I approached him to say hello, and he seemed quite friendly enough:

me: Greetings!
pumpkin: Uh, hello.
me: What brings you here?
pumpkin: I'm, uh, s'posed to be on the run.
me: Who are you running from? Pumpkin chefs?
pumpkin: No, from ghosts.
me: Ghosts?
pumkin: Yeah.
me: Gee.

He then proceeded to hide behind some boxes and settle down there. I wonder how long he'll be there before he begins to rot. That certainly would not be a pretty sight.