Let me tell you a tale…
Boy was at the shops with his mummy when it happened. Mummy picked up a pumpkin. Boy asked to hold it. Mummy warned him it might be heavy, but Boy was not dissuaded.
Their connection was deep and instantaneous. Boy bravely carried his new friend the whole way around the shops. He made sure he reminded Mummy every now and then how heavy his new friend was, but refused to be separated.
There were nearly tears when Mummy told him they had to give it to the lady so they could buy it. Boy surrendered his friend only after repeated assurances they would be reunited immediately. Sure enough, they were – and all was right with the world in that instant.
Boy was honoured to carry his boon companion home, and gently
lugged carried it up to the third floor. There he welcomed his friend into his home – and Mummy began to have an inkling of how special this pumpkin really was.
Boy and his pumpkin were inseparable for the rest of the afternoon. They were spotted snuggling on the couch when Boy was weary. They sat at the table together when Boy needed to eat. They watch quality children’s TV shows together.
Mummy realised she needed to find a home for the pumpkin overnight so that there were no tears at bedtime. She asked Boy where he thought the pumpkin should sleep. To her great surprise and relief, he announced pumpkin should sleep in the oven. So into the cold oven the pumpkin went. While there was a plea for the pumpkin to usurp the spot of Boy’s teddy, there were no major squash dramas. Mummy hope that would be the end of it and that no mention of the his vegetable partner would be made in the morning.
Clearly Mummy was delusional.
As soon as Boy was out of bed, he politely inquired as to the whereabouts of his friend. Sensing she would be fighting a losing battle, Mummy retrieved the pumpkin from his nightly dwellings and handed it to her son.
Boy was dismayed at the cold reception his friend gave him after a night on the element. He quickly realised he would need to work harder to help his friend feel at home. He offered his friend his favourite blanket for warmth and they sat together for some time in the early hours of the morning while Mummy wondered how much coffee she’d need to get through the day.
The next day began with Boy sobbing for his pumpkin before the sun was up. The pumpkin emerged from where Mummy had craftily hid it (the fridge) to once again be swaddled and snuggled.
Later that day, Boy took the momentous step of inscribing his tribal markings on the pumpkin, introducing his friend t
his grandparents the tribal elders, and bestowing a name upon it – Punkien.
Mummy began to wonder how this could possibly end well.
But there was hope for Mummy yet. She caught Boy – not once, but at least twice – muttering to himself about pumpkin soup being yummy in his tummy.