Mr.pumpkin and I were walking down the street, we were in love. Oh, and by the way my name is Pickle. WE ARE IN SUPER LOVE. But that day we were walking, or rolling actually, we don't have feet. Mr.pumpkin was on my right. Well guess who else was on the right? The beautiful Mrs.Pumpkin. I could tell that Mr.Pumpkin was in love. Not with me but with Mrs.Pumkin. I was so upset that is screamed alligators and ran away crying. Mr.Pumpkin didn't care he was too in love with Mrs.pumpkin. They ended up getting married the next day. They had 437 kids all of which were mad in Norway. THE ENCHDI,EI
