One dark morning a little boy was minding his own business trick or treating when a black pumpkin and an orange one kidnapped him. He woke up and the black pumpkin was standing in front of him. He had a habit of spitting. I tried not to but I spat in his face. He was mad. Then the orange one spoke. “You are the boy that told the police we robbed the bank. I’m going to kill you.” Suddenly the black pumpkin knocked out the orange pumpkin. He said he was sorry and took me home. I told the police he had saved me and they let him go.