My pumpkin was carelessly knocked over by someone or…SOMETHING. Dun dun duuun. But he didn’t get the worst of the damage. Check out this one.
Well we know what kind of horrible monster would eat the face right off a pumpkin man because the culprit was still skulking around our yard.
We called him Peter, after the rhyme about the pumpkin eater. You know. Hilarious. The way he was walking he kind of looked like he was trying to tiptoe around the streets. What a sneaky brat!