He hollered, "Grandpa, Grandpa," but he did not hear him.
Huey got up on his new legs, walked over to Grandpa, and kicked him in the rind.
" What, what are ya doin Huey!"
"Grandpa, it worked. We've got legs. Let's get goin!"
As we end our story (at least all of it we will ever know), we can see two orange pumpkins, one big and one small, their rinds glistening in the morning sun, making their way through the rows, then through the dew ladened grass, finally disappearing into the distant forest.