Once upon a time not far from Holly’s house in a popular suburb of one of the country’s largest cities was a pumpkin patch. And by pumpkin patch Holly means a large picturesque field where pumpkins are trucked in and laid in neat rows.
Holly and her family visited and enjoyed the pumpkin patch very much. They looked forward to the following fall so that they could visit again.
The next year Holly was surprised to see the WHOLE field full of pumpkins. She couldn’t wait to go visit the super-sized pumpkin patch.
Hey, wait!
It wasn’t just one pumpkin patch. It was now
two.
Practically identical pumpkin patches sitting right next to each other.
Holly wasn’t the only one that noticed the phenomenon.
The pumpkin patches noticed
each other.
Soon each patch had new signs:
And then some more signs:
At this point some legal action took place that Holly is too tired to review and report back to you. She assumes it involved lawyers, judges and a whole bunch of pumpkin patch proceeds.
She would also like to make the following legal disclaimer: Holly has no further understanding of this case then what is obvious to the general public while driving a minivan past the patches at no more than 50 mph. Nothing drawn in marker should be construed as fact, opinion or slander.
Once the case was settled, things settled down a bit at the patches.
One of the patches received a new name!
And so it went for a few pumpkin seasons. The Patch and Village coexisted in a civil manner.
As civil as two fighting children required to sit next to each other.
Then a new sign appeared
this fall on the patch formally known as Village:
It appeared they had changed their name to Park.
Why Park?
Holly thinks that it might have something to do with the fact that when you drive from town toward the Patch, you cannot tell that there are two separate pumpkin entities. All you are looking for is pumpkins and a place to park:
That Pumpkin Park is so sneaky it is downright scary.
I call BULLS#%T! If the pumpkins are in perfect rows, then neither one of them is a pumpkin patch. You should have to work hard and toil to find the absolutely perfect pumpkin. No pain, no gain.
Alitteration sells!
But so do signs that say that they are the “First pumpkin patch as you leave town.”
Too freaking funny. I bet the whole area is owned by two brothers that really hate each other and refuse to share what their daddy built up from his bare hands!
I was looking for a happier ending, I guess I will just have to go to Florida and ride the real monorail, oh and to drink the water. ๐
I have a sneaking suspicion that Pumpkin Park’s next move will look like this
? The Patch formerly known as Pumpkin Park.
Love the illustrations…Hey, that looks like my van!
(bat cave…hee hee)
thats hilarious! Clever as well…
I think it might be because “park” and “pumpkin” have a nice little alliteration going on.
I have to ask – which of these two entities do you patronize? Damnit I think that Pumpkin Park deserves to have somebody from the ORIGINAL patch come over and take a big dump on their biggest pumpkin. Dirty rip-off bastards.
*yes, I am having an unusually hostile day, today, even my my own standards*
love it. when is the book coming out?
Oh, The Great Pumpkin would be so sad. (At first I thought you were making a political party analogy…why can’t we all just get along?) ๐
I thought the EXACT same thing too when I drove by and saw the name changed to “park”. I bet you’re right. But I refuse to go to the village/park… ๐
Seven-year Loyal Pumpkin Patchers here – we spit at the Park as we fly by in our 4×4 (awesome minivan, by the way). Why, you might ask?
A couple of years ago we went to the Pumpkin Patch to buy a Christmas tree – new gig, later in the year – they were trying to serve hot cider to the patrons, but had yet to receive their “food permit.” Seriously? Why you might ask – supposedly, someone from the Pumpkin Village/Park had called to report the “violation.”
I cannot make this stuff up, people.