Our story begins with a big, orange sun rising up above the eastern horizon, its early morning rays reflecting off the dew covered grassy fields. In the distance we see neat rows of large and small orange pumpkins. It is a "picture perfect", serene morning. Yet down amongst the rows of pumpkins all is not well, and we can hear great pumpkin chatter.
"Brutus, why did they move us here? Why did they take us away from our home?"
"Duh, I don't know Huey. Ask Grandpa. He will Know."
"Grandpa, why did they bring us here?"
"Well Baby Huey, they brought us here to make it easy for the school kids to pick us."
"Pick us! What will they do with us?"