Mivelly Mouse And The Pumpkin Seeds
A Story For the young,
and the young at heart
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In which the wagon is retrieved, and Mivelly and Fabio turn their attention to gathering seeds.
Fabio’s excitement was short lived, as the bumblejackets followed after him. Instead of lighting on the flowers and enjoying the nectar, one bumblejacket after another dove at him zinging past his ears and paying no attention whatsoever to the flowers.
“I don’t think the flowers are making them happy!” Fabio shouted, as he began to run.
At his sudden movement, the bumblejackets called for reinforcements. The rest of the guards left the wagon to pursue the unfortunate hedgehog.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!” Fabio screamed, flinging the bunch of flowers into the air and engaging hedgehog warp speed.
The sudden explosion of flowers distracted the bumblejackets momentarily, allowing Fabio to gain a slight lead on the tornado of angry insects. Racing away from these stinger laden psychopaths, he turned toward the only place of safety he knew. The stump that Mivelly was hiding behind.
“Don’t bring them here!” Mivelly shouted.
Fabio wasn’t listening. It is doubtful that anyone pursued by a swarm of angry bumblejackets would be. So he kept going, straight toward Mivelly and the stump.
Mivelly, seeing that Fabio had every intention of running back to him, determined that it was now or never and ran as fast as he could for the wagon. Grabbing hold of the handle he sprinted, wagon in tow, back up the side of the hill to the giant pumpkin.
Poor Fabio had proved to be an excellent diversion. Not a single bumblejacket followed Mivelly. It was then that he noticed he could no longer see Fabio anywhere. The bumblejackets were still swarming round the stump, but neither sight nor sound of Fabio met Mivelly’s inquiring senses.
“Fabio!” Mivelly shouted. “Are you alright?”
There was no response.
“Fabio!!!” Mivelly shouted again.
Still nothing.
“Oh, no!” Mivelly cried. “The bumblejackets must’ve got him!”
Truly, the bumblejackets had nearly gotten Fabio, who was barely able to keep ahead of the angry swarm. However, just as he was running out of breath, and the swarm had nearly caught him, he reached the stump where he noticed a little opening at it’s base. Without hesitation he squeezed himself through. Discovering, to his surprise, that the base of the stump was almost entirely hollow.
The bumblejackets, confused by Fabio’s sudden disappearance, buzzed to and fro round the stump searching for the blooming hedgehog.
Fabio knew that crawling back out of the stump the way he’d gone in would most certainly result in disaster. He sat down, exhausted, and contemplated the best way to get himself out of this predicament. Presently an idea struck him, and he immediately got to work.
At the top of the hill, Mivelly sat with his head in his hands, watching the bumblejackets circling the stump. He didn’t want to go down there. But he knew that if he didn’t he’d never know what happened to Fabio. Slowly he stood up. Cautiously he made his way down the hill toward the droning stump.
“Fabio!” He called again. “Are you all right?”
Only silence. Mivelly continued on down the hill. A few yards away from the stump, he stopped.
“FABIO! CAN YOU HEAR ME?”
The ground began to move beneath his feet. Mivelly jumped back.
“Not another nest!” He shouted.
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But there was no buzzing. Just before him, the ground pushed up and two little paws burst forth from the dirt. The digging continued a few moments more, and out of the ground, Fabio poked his head.
“I can hear you now!” He said.
“I though the bumblejackets got you!” Mivelly exclaimed.
“I thought they did too!” Fabio said, his eyes wide. “But they didn’t!”
He dug himself out the rest of the way, and the two friends again made their way, up to the pumpkin patch.
“That stump would make the best fort once the bumblejackets leave it.” Fabio said.
“That’s a great idea!” Mivelly squeaked. “I’m glad you found it.”
“Not as glad as I am!” Fabio exclaimed. “I think those bumblejackets wanted to have me for thanksgiving dinner!”
“Speaking of thanksgiving dinner,” Mivelly said, “I think we should get those pumpkin seeds now.”
Fabio scuttled over to the giant pumpkin.
“But how are we going to get the seeds out of it?” He asked.
“Maybe we should look for a pumpkin that’s already open.” Mivelly suggested.
Fabio looked shocked.
“And abandon the very best pumpkin ever!? How could you even think of it!?”
Mivelly rolled his eyes.
“If we don’t find any open pumpkins, we’ll come back to this one.” He said.
“Fine.” Fabio said, with an air of superiority. “We’ll try it your way. But the very best pumpkin ever is sorely disappointed in you.”
“I guess I’ll just have to live with that.” Mivelly said, strolling off through the pumpkin patch.
Fabio scuttled behind him, expounding upon the virtues and graces of the very best pumpkin ever as he went. Explaining in great detail how it would be an offense against nature to choose any pumpkin other than that magnificent beauty, which they had first come upon, when arriving at the patch.
Mivelly listened to Fabio’s orations as the two wound their way through the jungle of pumpkin vines, searching for a broken one. Presently, Mivelly noticed that Fabio was no longer speaking. In fact, Fabio was much farther behind than he had been the entire time. Turning around, he saw Fabio standing curiously flat against a pumpkin, looking rather nervous.
“What’s the matter?” Mivelly asked.
“Uh, nothing.” Fabio replied. “Why don’t you keep looking for an open pumpkin, since we definitely didn’t find one yet.”
“What are you hiding?” Mivelly asked.
“Hiding!” Fabio exclaimed. “Who say’s I’m hiding anything?”
“Step away from the pumpkin.” Mivelly demanded, walking over to Fabio.
“I don’t want to.” Fabio stated indignantly. “I’m comfortable here.”
“You don’t look comfortable.” Mivelly pointed out.
“Looks can be deceiving.” Fabio said Pressing up even tighter against the pumpkin. “I’m doing my daily stretches.”
“Since when do you do daily stretches?”
“Since when do you care about my daily stretches?” Fabio shot back.
“Just step away from the pumpkin.” Mivelly pleaded.
“Not until I’m done stretching.” Fabio said. “Why don’t you continue on, and I’ll catch up with you later.”
“I know you’re hiding a break in the pumpkin, Fabio.” Mivelly huffed.
“Wh- wha- What!?” Fabio stuttered. “Why would you think that!?”
“Because you wouldn’t be guarding this pumpkin for any other reason! Look, I’ve got to get these seeds for Mama, so would you please let me do my job?”
Fabio sighed a pathetic little sigh, slumped to the ground, and scuttled out of the way. There was a large crack in the pumpkin shell where he had been standing.
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“I knew it!” Mivelly exclaimed. “This is exactly what we were looking for!”
“I know.” Fabio mumbled. “But it’s not the very best pumpkin ever.”
“Let’s go get the wagon, and load it up!” Mivelly began running toward the edge of the patch.
“You go. I’ll wait for you here.” Fabio called after him.
Mivelly was just heading back with his wagon, when Fabio came running to meet him.
“It’s full of worms!” He wheezed. “That split pumpkin is chock full of worms!”
“Very funny, Fabio!” Mivelly retorted. “I know it’s not the very best pumpkin ever, but you don’t need to make things up.”
“I’m not!” Fabio protested. “I broke the pumpkin open even more, and it’s all mushy and full of worms!”
“I’m going to have to see for myself.” Mivelly said, pushing past Fabio.
“You’ll see!” Fabio huffed. “I’m telling the truth!”
Fabio was telling the truth. The inside of the pumpkin was covered in black mildew and was crawling with worms from top to bottom. The innards made a plopping sound, like Mivelly’s oatmeal had that morning.
“Gross!” Mivelly gagged. “I guess we won’t be getting any seeds from this one.”
After searching the rest of the patch, Mivelly and Fabio sat on the edge of the hill, looking over the meadow. Mivelly was disappointed. Fabio was thrilled. They had not found a single open pumpkin, other than the one full of worms. They would have to figure out how to get the seeds out of the very best pumpkin ever, according to one Fabio Marcellus Hedgehog, that is.
“How are we ever going to get the seeds out of that pumpkin?” Mivelly moped.
Fabio jumped up and scuttled around the pumpkin.
“Hmmmm.” He said, attempting to look intelligent.
He scuttled around the pumpkin the opposite way.
“I see.” He mused.
He climbed up on top of the pumpkin.
“Interesting. Very interesting.” He said.
Climbing down, and circling the pumpkin six more times, each with an equally vague accompanying remark, he finally scuttled back over to Mivelly.
“We could hit it with a stick. There’s a lot of really good sticks on the other side of the hill.”
“I guess it’s worth a shot.” Mivelly said. “We can ride the wagon down the hill too since we’re going down there anyway.”
“Yeah!” Fabio shouted. “That’s a great idea!”
They pulled the wagon over to the other side of the hill, and hopped inside. Having learned their lesson earlier, they had less trouble getting started, and presently were hurdling down the hill at top speed.
Fabio whooped and hollered and Mivelly focused intently on steering, attempting to keep from overturning and tumbling into a nearby patch of stinging nettles. He was so focused on avoiding the nettles, that he didn’t notice the flat rock, coming up directly in front of them. The wagon shot over this, launching them high into the air.
“Weeeeeeeee!” Fabio shouted!
“Hold your breath!” Mivelly screamed.
Splash! The wagon, the hedgehog, and the mouse landed in the creek.
“Help!” Fabio screamed splashing and flailing his little arms in wild spasms, trying his very best to keep his head above the water. “I can’t swim!”
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