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By Jack Joseph Smith
Freddy... THE F.B.I. Agent And I
Going down to the Minister to return our stolen pumpkins
Mid Pumpkin the toughest is what I am waiting for. He is my only fear.
The return of the orange squash will bring laughter. I have
seen the Minister before, though we have not spoken, he is
kindly.
We continue on. It is fall, the east and trees. There is
red and yellow waving in the air. The wind is not stiff,
but you would like it to blow harder. The ministers home
has curves of brick with a base of stone at each angle. He
meets us in a courtyard, which is a work shed garage, which
is real as I turned my eyes.
King Pumpkin might be near.