A Sad Pumpkin Tale

There once was a girl who gathered with her friends to carve pumpkins.  She labored over an intricate design and was pleased with her final product.

"Welcome!" the pumpkin screamed.  The pumpkin looked great amongst all the other creative pumpkins.

The "m" and "e" then fell out, but the girl was able to wedge them back in place.  Everyone decided to move the pumpkins to the front porch steps for a better picture.  No one is sure what happened on that short journey but by the time the pumpkin arrived out front, "c" and "o" had crumpled to pieces leaving only "Welme".

Welme was not long for this world and eventually became Wel.  As if the poor pumpkin was sighing at his own lame existence. 

By the next morning, the raggedy pumpkin had just given up and the girl was sad. 

The pumpkin sat across from beautiful robust pumpkins on the porch feeling like just a shell of a man.  They were constant reminders of what he could of been.  He cowarded behind some young whipper snappers.

And then the sad girl came out of her castle, picked him up, gave him one more glance of disappointment and tossed him in the trash.  The End.