there is a pumpkin on your roof.
my dear but so i see. and there is good reason for it too.
why is there a pumpkin on your roof? are you saving it for when the rains come? for a nice soup when the family comes round? to hide your wife inside?
it is there for mere decoration, of course. a bit of colour in an otherwise dull grey world. it was my finest of '56 you know. and if you say the magic words it will change itself into a splendid carriage and ride away to the pumpkin ball, where all the pretty girls with orange hair will be dancing with pumpkin princes in great beautiful pumpkin dresses and drinking pumpkin juice from straws.
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