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The Pumpkin Days Festival came and went.
Halloween came and went.
Newspaper headlines came and went.
Years came and went.
But:
Some nights of some years, out in the fields behind the house where Jody Wendt used to live in Orangefield, when the moon was just rising like a huge sickly white lantern, and the ground was covered with fattening pumpkins, they said you could see something outlined against it in black, like a hand puppet silhouette against a wall:
Something that looked like a pumpkin.
Something that looked like a boy.