Sammy Pumpkinseed Two, the final harvest.

There she was, with the Great Pumpkin Head on her. Nobody could hear what she was trying to yell out, and by the time somebody thought to whack that thing with a stick, we already knowed what was next. (BTW, whacking Lucy's head with the stick broke the curse and the Great Pumpkin Head fell to pieces giving Lucy back to us, but a bit dazed.)

Then it began to rain pumpkins. They came flying in from everywhere causing everybody to flee, because if you think getting whopped upside the head by a pumpkin don't hurt, then you ain't none too bright. A pumpkin explodes goo and seeds when it impacts a solid surface. Picture this orange seedy slime dripping and running down everything as more and more came down from the sky! The moon was blotted out by the pumpkins.

There was a roar as the wind picked up, and picked up pumpkin pieces, pulverizing them into a puree of pulp and plastering it into every nook and cranny. Plumton was orange. The purple was gone and orange pumpkin puke left the town in slime. The people shuffled off homeward in paralysis.

The next day it was a wondrous white! It had snowed and the earliest winter in that part of the country began. The Pumpkin was gone and all were happy. The kids snapped their orange crayons at school and purple and white were named the official town colors. All was fine until the thaw came.

Everyone wondered what became of the Pumpkinseed family. They had vanished after the harvest Plum Festival, or that was what people hoped. As the snow melted, instead of green sprouts, there was the remains of the Pumpkin pummeling. The Pumpkinseed family emerged from the farm house enmasse. They danced through the streets in costumes of orange and they smelled of rotted Pumpkins, and all the good people fled. The Peaches fled into Peaches valley and the Plums went to their hollow. People ran to the knobs and everywhere, but the smell hung over the countryside for weeks.

Then as spring sprang into it's splendid surprise of springness, horror gripped Plumton. The Plum trees failed to bloom. As did the Peaches, Pears, Apples and even the corn didn't sprout. But one thing was growing everywhere. Yes, you guessed it, it was PUMPKIN!
All the seeds germinated and pumpkins grew from the forks in trees, cracks in fences, and some say on turtles.

The people of Plumton abandoned the new town and scattered like dandelion fluff in a spring breeze, but much more noisy and dandelion fluff doesn't curse Pumpkinseeds the entire time they're scattering either. The new town of Pumpkinseed was established on the ruins of the one before it. The ones who stayed were doomed to a life of Orange. This tale is passed down by those of us who remain to recall the time it was Plum Paradise here, and may be once again.