I waited and grew and waited and grew. Finally one day I was harvested from the patch and placed into a really large cardboard box. Many of my relatives were placed in the same box. Once the box was filled to the brim, we could feel ourselves being lifted by a machine someone outside the box called a forklift. The forklift carried us over to what another person outside the box called a truck.
I think they were lots of boxes of us on the truck. I could hear the almost silent cries of pumpkins on the bottom of the boxes. They were feeling the heavy weight of the pumpkins that were in the middle and top sections of the box.
I was blessed to be near the top of my box. I couldn’t tell where we were going as we traveled, but I knew we would eventually end up in a store glowing with light.
Finally my box was taken off the truck and moved into a store. Aldi is what I heard the people in the store call the place. Apparently Aldi isn’t a place with shelves for foods to be displayed, because I remained in the box as did everyone else I had traveled with in the box. Not a single pumpkin was removed from the box for awhile.
After a couple of hours, pumpkins started to be lifted out of the box. I could look up and see the bright lights I had heard about back on the farm.
There was a long time between leaving the field and becoming a jack o’ lantern, but the wait had been worth it.