The Perfect Pumpkin

During the Fall, a pumpkin patch is host to many onlookers and patrons trying to find the best pumpkin for their Halloween festivities. The pinkish-orange afternoon sky cast a warm glow onto the mixture of green and orange that adorned the field. The usually calm aura is disrupted by the neverending energy of a very excited dog and the small ghostly pup lagging behind.

“Here! Here! Wait no this one! Ooooooor maybe this one!”

Fizzy bolted around the patch stopping briefly to point out any specimen that would catch his eye.

“H-Hey slow down! You’re going too fast!” the pup sighed, “I can’t even remember what ones you’re pointing out…”

Fizzy planted both of his front paws into the ground, using them to pivot his body and drift back around to where Boo was waiting with minor frustration.

“Sorry…” Fizzy said sullenly, his ears drooping down as he realized his mistake. “... I just get really excited when Halloween is so close! I just get soooo much energy that I can’t contain myself.” His ears begin to perk back up as his mind races back to the thoughts of the upcoming holiday.

Boo walks up to Fizzy and boops him on the nose once with her tiny paw.

“Trust me, I share your love for Halloween, and I’m sure many many others do. “She then gently moves his head back towards the route he just tore through. “But I think everyone else here would appreciate it if you tried to keep your excitement a little in check.

Fizzy looks back through the makeshift racetrack that he had bolted through, many older waterdogs and watercats covered by the dust and debris that he had kicked up in his energetic outburst. 

“Sorry! Sorry! It won't happen again I swear!” He said confidently as the others grumbled and continued on their much slower paced journey. “Sooo what kinda pumpkin are you looking for again?” He asked as he turned to see the ghostly pup’s eyes fixated on something in the distance.

“That’s it thats it thats it!” Boo chanted as she bounced in place before leading Fizzy slowly to her destination. As she led the spunky Fizzy to her choice his eyes glanced side to side enamored by the diversity of pumpkins this patch had on offer. Reds, blues, greens, tans and the traditional orange littered the grounds in staggering numbers. It brought a very content smile to Fizzy’s maw.

“Here it is!” Boo said proudly, her head held high and a pleased smile painted across her face. Sitting at her front paws was a miniature pumpkin of a ghostly white hue. It was barely the size of one of Boo’s front paws and was almost perfectly symmetrical and had a short curled dark brown stem.

Fuzzy leaned his head down to get a good look at the tiny cucurbita. With a long look over and a few sniffs for good measure Fizzy raised his head up slightly to meet Boo eye to eye. She would see a glimmer shine in his eye, the same look he had before he bolted through the patch moments ago. She braced herself for whatever came next. Compressing himself down Fizzy shot several feet into the sky while loudly exclaiming. “IT’S PERFECT!” 

The pair happily tossed and danced around the small specimen and after about 5 minutes of cheering Boo picked it up as her and Fizzy walked back slowly though the patch to the front building where the owner waited. After weighing the pumpkin he chuckled.

“One Sand dollar for the tiny one for the tiny one!” he chuckled after weighing the pumpkin. “...And 50 Sand Dollars for those…” He said more sternly for the pumpkins that Fizzy had initially damaged.

Fizzy looked back and sighed while he pulled out his money, but paused for a moment as he saw Boo gleefully looking at their perfect pumpkin. “... worth it.” He said to himself with a smile.