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Good afternoon! I'm Samuel Langborgh and this is the story of the Langborgh Family's second
annual hunt for the perfect pumpkin. This year not only did I have the pressure of trying to
find the most perfectly-round, orangy-orange, fun-stemmed pumpkin I also had to
show my sister, Maggie, the ropes. She slowed me down a little bit, but working together
I think we achieved our goal. You be the judge. Oh, and in case you missed last
year's adventure, click here, then come back to read this year's story.
Both stories are quite thrilling, I assure you.
It all started here, at Krops Crops in Great Falls, Virginia. Here I am shown amongst
some of the giants of the farm. Now you may be chompin' at the bit thinking,
"Oh Wow! What huge pumpkins...I bet that's what they picked."
Well, I hate to break it to you. The folks are afraid of giant pumpkins.
Well, they say they aren't, but why else wouldn't they buy this guy right here. He's great!
So, I hollar for my little sister Maggie and we are off on the hunt.
But, of course, she's a little stinker and hiding from me.
I'm gonna go check the goat pen.
Hummmph!
In a goat pen?!
I tell ya, that brother of mine is getting
to be pretty bossy
now that he has his own Pumpkin Hunting Show.
He acts like he's Bob Villa or something.
Oh
wait! I think I hear the little pumkin head now.
Well,
she wasn't with the goats, the ducks, or the rabbits.
I wonder where she is. I can't believe she's monkeying
around
on the job! We've got work to do!
Maaaaaaggggggieeeeeeee!!
Oh, Dah Dah! Do I really have to tell him where I am?
It's so obvious.
Ooooh, okay.
Hey Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater, I'm right below you!
But I'm not gonna come play until you show
some
respect
for baby girls that can't even walk yet!
I can't believe this. I don't understand girls.
I just apologized five times and she just keeps pulling up
the straw. What does she want me to do, get on my knees
and beg her to come pumpkin hunting?
I won't do it.