The squirrels have been scurrying around the neighborhood, looking for bounty, and finding it inside the big pumpkins in our front yard. One fat furry squirrel that lives in our yard nibbles and nibbles at the pumpkins until finally–treasure! Pumpkin seeds disappear rapidly and the pumpkin hollows into a shell, perfect for a princess carriage. Or perhaps the shell will turn into a house for a certain Peter Pumpkin Eater’s wife.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her,
Put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.
When we lived in Maine, we used to have a little chipmunk that lived in our front yard and always scampered around our front porch nibbling on our pumpkins. And now that we live in an apartment, I kind of miss him!
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