Cook

Milk Wood

“Fresh,” said the farmer, his voice reaching an annoying pitch. “Check the pumpkins, miss. Fresh. Not that plastic-tasting garbage.”

The lady nodded and moved on. Everyone walked away quickly.

Only he knew how difficult it was to grow these darn things. The seeds became purple if he stored them for too long, the water made them blue, and painting each one with a natural food-coloring substance was hard work. Plus, after cooked, his pumpkins made people immortal, surely a bonus.

“Umm... Perhaps I should work on my marketing strategies,” he said, adjusting his voice to the perfect octave.

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