BC: The Goebbert's Pumpkin Farm is the perfect place for this monster family to fit in every autumn. Once a year they take a trip down to enjoy the attractions, sights, and smells, as well as mingle in with the "normal folks". Like many of us, this pumpkin picking trip has become one of the most annual treasured memories of fall.
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2: My Mommy is a zombie. She married a vampire fellow. Who has a pair of shiny fangs, but is otherwise fairly mellow. When these two creatures wed, they had a baby, ME! A sweet and sassy monster kid who lacks some vitamin D.
5: But, when you are a zombie-vampire mix, you can't just walk the streets. So you learn a couple tricks, and don't get many treats. Only one time a year we leave our hillside home. It's the one and only day, I don't play all alone. A fabulously fun family tradition, is our once-a-year top-secret mission. To mix in with the crowd at Goebbert's Pumpkin Farm. Please don't be scared, we don't mean any harm!
6: All piled into a yellow sports car that shines and glistens like a autumn star, we drive right down the hill, the farm isn't too far.
7: Locked arm in arm we pay admission, and the aroma of donuts leads right to the Farmer's Wife's Kitchen. We wave to Farmer Lloyd in his big green pick up and all the passers by marvel at out "Halloween Get-up". Right out there in public without a disguise, we have tricked every last one of them, I do surmise.
8: Camel Ride at Goebbert's
9: I ride a camel, feed some goats. Our family boards the train as the engine smokes. All mingled in with the normal folks, and confident now in our little hoax, my dad delivers some monster jokes.
10: Snuggled up in the middle on a wagon full of hay. I try and try to decide, what kind of pumpkin to choose today. I must pick a perfect carving pumpkin for our Halloween Soiree. I choose a flawless fat one, perfect, big, and round. It is so robust, it simply must, out-weigh me pound for pound.
13: As the night approaches, we must go back home. To our hillside manner where I spend my time alone. My daddy carries the pumpkins, my mommy carries the treats and sweets, that I cannot wait to eat. All though we had a great time, from the animals to hay. Goebbert's Pumpkin Farm is my favorite place to play. I sadly wave goodbye to Happy Jack, reminded that a whole year must pass until we can come back.