Friends, I give you, the Great Pumpkin. Grown in my very own backyard, it weighs a modest 10 pounds, 5 ounces (heck, heavier than me when I was born). Despite its small stature in comparison to other pumpkins, I shall savour it all the more as a product of my garden.

Our relationship shall be short-lived, for tomorrow, I shall go onto him and I shall say, "Oh Pumpkin, it is time." And lo, I shall butcher him and make his corpus into pumpkin goo.

On the next day, I shall bake the pumpkin goo into delicious pies. Those pies shall be be the resurrection of the Great Pumpkin.

Then on Thanksgiving, the day for the giving of Thanks, I shall consume him.

And we shall be as one.