Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater...Or Was He?

So, I'm here to talk about my late pumpkin, Shadow Hopkins. (Before Halloween, I bought a pumpkin and named him.)


He was a good pumpkin, with a black belt in karate. He was also a master of disguise.
Shadow even dabbled in art a little bit, and piano. He was a fan of Mozart.
And so I kept him longer then I should've. Shadow Hopkins was a strong pumpkin. He resisted the urge to soften. Sometime after Halloween, I finally had to throw him away, but before we get to that fateful day, I shall tell you how this began to happen.

One day, I realized that he had begun to smell bad, but I paid no attention. The next day, he was softer, and had a black spot.

Still, I let him live.

He began to shrink. I know, weird right? A pumpkin, shrinking. I couldn't believe Shadow Hopkins
was shrinking. I knew he was beginning to rot, BUT I COULDN'T LET HIM DIE!!!!
Sorry, got a little dramatic there.

Then, a few days ago, I realized he was falling apart. Oh, my dear Shadow Hopkins! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I ignored it still... (Can you blame me? I mean, he's a pumpkin with a black belt in karate. How can one throw him away? I even named a book character after him in a series I'm writing.)
Then, I picked him up and realized I could see inside him... not a good sign. WARNING.
He was seriously fluffy. White and fluffy on the inside. I would've taken a picture for you... but I just couldn't...I seriously would've but... I'm sorry, but pumpkins aren't supposed to be fluffy! It's abnormal.
Let me give you some advice. Before a pumpkin gets fluffy... THROW IT AWAY!

Shadow Hopkins 
was a good pumpkin. 
black belt in karate. 
defeated James Moriarty. 
traveled back in time and met Mozart. 
Was capable of so much more.

Rest in Peace.