Over the Garden Wall

Chapter 8: Potsfield

WIRTS P.O.V.
"Let's check it out." I said wanting to explore. Well, not really. I just wanted at least a place to call home. As we all walked along to where we had thought the singing, laughter, and chanting was coming from, I wondered if we would ever get home. What if we were going to be stuck eating leaves and pooping in bushes?! Damn... I get goosebumps just thinking about the Beast claiming us as his prize. Eating us for dinner. For us never to return to our beloved family. We finally found the source of the chanting. It was an old warehouse. It looked really unstable, like it could collapse at any second. "I don't know about this..." Beatrice said. I told her it was this or nothing. She replied by saying she chose nothing. We walked in having a bad feeling just looking at the people inside. Er... Pumpkins. They weren't people. "Oh why aren't you in your costume, son?" A pumpkin man said to us. It startled me, so I jumped back. "Costume? Oh... of course... costumes. Duh." I replied. They were singing and dancing around a giant post in the middle of the room. Maybe they're doing some type of ritual for a religion or something... I thought. i then said aloud, "Well," it was kinda awkward saying it. "I think we should get going." Greg and Beatrice nodded their heads really fast in agreement. we headed towards the door when, "What?! Someone want to leave Potsfield?" An old pumpkin man said. Instant chatter began throughout the warehouse and it started to rumble. just when I thought this couldn't get any weirder, one, giant pumpkin a merged from the center of the wobbly house...