Midnight Pumpkin

We opened the door at 100 Prince Street this morning to find a lovely pumpkin sitting in the vestibule:

Photo of a pumpkin in our vestibule.

Where might this pumpkin have come from, I asked myself. We are lucky to be the recipients of all manner of interesting things left by friends in the vestibule: books, mustard pickles, bicycle seats, Christmas ornaments, sponge toffee. But a late-season pumpkin was a new one.

Then I remembered that our doorbell is all-seeing and all-knowing, and would have record of the pumpkin delivery. And it did:

So it was late nite hooligans!

But kindly hooligans: those of an earlier time, with a meaner bent, would have smashed the pumpkin on the stoop, but these midnight pumpkineers simply left it, intact, for us to turn into pie.


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Oliver on December 1, 2021 - 02:45 Permalink

Isn’t it likely to have been nabbed from a nearby neighbor? Seems like the fun they were having could have been about so easily hiding somebody’s prized pumpkin