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I heff a pumpkin. *luurrves teh pumpkin and teh Jada*

This space reserved for future stuff.

I could put things from mini-shop's here.

...if I ever get any.

So. I've got a pumpkin. It's not really a pumpkin, though. Y'know that saying: "Looks like a duck, walks like a duck...?"

Well, it certainly looks like a pumpkin. Orange, ridged skin with a green stem, as if plucked fresh from the vine. There's an odd quality to the skin. It's thick and waxy, like most gourds are, but it's unnaturally firm. It's nigh impossible to find a "perfect" fruit or vegitable; the hazards of growing practically ensure that there will be bruses, or discolored spots, or something. (I wonder if it'll ripen as it nears to hatching?) Also, touching it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. It's like, for just an instant, I'm alone on a windswept moore in the midnight hour under a full moon. Or something like that. It's a distinctly creepy feeling.

"If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands." At least, that's what Douglas Adams said.

So. I've got a pumpkin that's not a pumpkin.

It's an egg. An egg for a sentient embodiment of a song.

I always did like my life interesting.