Mivelly Mouse And The Pumpkin Seeds
A Story For the young,
and the young at heart
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In which Mivelly must, yet again, get Fabio unstuck from the pumpkin.
“You’re SURE pumpkins don’t digest hedgehogs, right?” Fabio asked, as Mivelly climbed up the side of the pumpkin, a stick in one hand.
“Yes, I’m absolutely sure of that.”
“Because I really don’t want to be digested. That sounds unpleasant.”
“You’re not going to be! Now let’s figure out how to get you unstuck!”
Mivelly took hold of Fabio’s foot with one hand. With the other, he wiggled one toe saying,
“This little piggy went to market.”
“Hey, that tickles!” Fabio exclaimed.
Mivelly continued.
“This little piggy stayed home.”
Fabio wriggled with all his might, but to no avail.
“This little piggy got stuck in a pumpkin.” Mivelly giggled.
“STOP!!!” Fabio pleaded.
Mivelly stopped. He looked at the pumpkin, and at Fabio, and scratched his head.
“I don’t know. Maybe if you wiggle some more, you’ll get yourself out.”
“I don’t think that’s gonna work. I’ve been trying and nothing’s happened.”
Mivelly took his stick and poked Fabio in the side.
“Ouch!” Fabio shouted.
“I guess that’s not gonna work either.” Mivelly mused.
“Use your stick to pry the pumpkin open again.” Fabio said. “Then I should be able to crawl out.”
Mivelly stuck his stick in the pumpkin just above Fabio’s head.
“Ouch! Watch where you put that thing!” Fabio said. “You poked my ear!”
“Sorry.” Mivelly giggled as he moved the stick up further. “I wasn’t trying to.”
With the stick in position, Mivelly braced himself, and pulled hard. The pumpkin creaked and groaned a bit, but Mivelly couldn’t get it to open any more.
“I don’t know, Fabio. I think the pumpkin wants to keep you.”
“Very funny!” Fabio said. “Try lower on the pumpkin.”
Mivelly took the stick, and wedged it into the pumpkin beneath Fabio. Again he braced himself, and pulled with all his might. Again the pumpkin creaked and groaned. This time, the crack opened just a little more, and Fabio sank further into the pumpkin.
“Uh, Mivelly!” Fabio shouted.
Mivelly was still pulling as hard as he could, and before Fabio could finish his thought, the pumpkin opened up and Fabio dropped inside with a splat! Without the Hedgehog to hold it open, the pumpkin closed even further, and the sudden change in resistance caused Mivelly to lose his balance and tumble down the side of the pumpkin to the ground.
“Well I guess that’s not gonna work either.” He muttered.
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Fabio scuttled round and round inside the pumpkin. His eyes wide and his anxious heart beating ever faster.
“I knew it! I knew the pumpkin was going to digest me! I’m as good as dead!”
“For the last time, pumpkins don’t digest hedgehogs!” Mivelly shouted. “Calm yourself and help me think up a way to get you out of there.”
Fabio tried to calm himself, although he couldn’t stop pacing.
“I’ve got an idea!” Mivelly exclaimed. “Pumpkins don’t digest hedgehogs, but I bet hedgehogs can digest pumpkins! You could eat your way out.”
Fabio stopped pacing.
“Are you calling me fat!?”
“No!” Mivelly said. “But I thought it might be worth a shot!”
“I can’t eat that much! We’re going to have to think of something else.”
“I’m running out of ideas.” Mivelly said.
“What if you rode your wagon down the hill, and crashed into the pumpkin?” Fabio asked. “Do you think that would work?”
“It might.” Mivelly replied. “We can try it.”
Mivelly took the wagon, and pulled it up to the top of the hill. Fabio braced himself against the back of the pumpkin and awaited impact.
Up on the hill, Mivelly took a deep breath, pushed the wagon along and hopped in as it took off. The ground was quite uneven, bouncing Mivelly and making it difficult to steer.
He desperately worked to keep the wagon on course toward the pumpkin. Then it happened. Mivelly had been so busy trying to steer toward the pumpkin, that he hadn’t seen the mound of dirt Fabio dug up when he’d escaped from the bumblejackets. The wagon, however, took great notice of this mound which sent it airborne.
“Oh no!” Mivelly shouted.
The wagon landed with a thud and veered off course, heading straight toward the bumblejacket nest. Mivelly turned sharply away, tipping the wagon over onto it’s side, and spilled himself out onto the grass.
Fabio, who was still braced for impact, began to think it was taking a long time for the wagon to arrive. But unwilling to risk being smashed by a speeding wagon, he kept still.
Mivelly stood up, brushed himself off, and set the wagon upright again. Pulling it over to the pumpkin, he said,
“I’m gonna have to try again. I got thrown off course.”
“Okay.” Fabio said. “Try to hit the pumpkin this time.”
“I was trying the first time!” Mivelly retorted.
Once again Mivelly hauled his wagon up the hill. Once again he pushed off and jumped in. Again he fought to keep the wagon on course. As he came up to Fabio’s mound, he swerved around it and continued on toward the pumpkin. The distance closed. Mivelly braced himself.
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THWACK! The wagon rammed the pumpkin. The impact threw Mivelly out of the wagon where he landed with a thud. Inside the pumpkin, Fabio opened his eyes and scuttled over to asses the damage. Alas, the pumpkin hadn’t changed in the slightest.
“Nooooooooooo!” Fabio cried, sinking to his knees. “I’m doomed! Doomed I tell you!”
But just as Fabio had begun his lament there came, from over the hill, the sound of someone whistling a tune. It was a merry sort of jig that Mivelly thought he recognized.
“Fabio, quiet. Do you hear that?”
Fabio postponed his mournful monologue and listened intently. The whistling grew louder, and with it came the rattling of cart wheels.
“Someone’s coming!” Mivelly squeaked excitedly. “Maybe we’ll be able to get some help!”
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLP!” Fabio shouted at the top of his lungs. “This pumpkins going to digest me!”
“It is not!” Mivelly exclaimed.
Over the hill there appeared a large mouse with a long curly beard, pulling a hand cart loaded with boxes.
“HEEEEELLLLLP!” Fabio shouted again. “I’m stuck in a pumpkin and I can’t get out!”
The bearded mouse stopped whistling and hurried down the hill toward the pumpkin.
“What’s the matter? How can I help?” He asked. “Mivelly? Is that you?”
Mivelly’s eyes grew wide. His mouth gaped. He DID know this mouse.
“Great Uncle Sullivan!” He shouted. “My friend Fabio is stuck inside this pumpkin. Could you please help us get him out?”
Sullivan’s eyes twinkled as he turned to look at Fabio, who was peeking through the split in the pumpkin.
“You say your name is Fabio?” Sullivan asked.
“Yes, sir. It is.” Fabio answered.
Sullivan reached into the pumpkin and shook Fabio’s hand.
“It’s nice to meet you Fabio.” He said. “Now, let’s get you out of this pumpkin, shall we.”
With this, Sullivan began to rummage through the boxes in his cart. Presently, he produced a box of matches, several lengths of fuse and an entire crate of firecrackers. Turning to Mivelly he winked, and said,
“This pumpkin doesn’t stand a chance.”
Fabio, who was watching the entire thing from inside the pumpkin, took stock of the situation.
“You’re not going to blow me up are you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Sullivan said, drawing a large knife from it’s sheath. “I’m only going to blow a hole in the side of the pumpkin.”
“Couldn’t you just cut a hole in the pumpkin with your knife?” Fabio asked.
Sullivan blinked a few times as he considered Fabio’s suggestion. Then, with a deep sigh, he said,
“I suppose I could. The firecrackers would be a whole lot more fun though.”
“Maybe for you.” Fabio said. “I don’t want to risk being turned into hedgehog pot pie!”
A story for the young, and the young at heart.
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Sullivan put the firecrackers back into their box, and tucked the fuses away. Then he began carving away at the pumpkin. Within a few minuets, there was a large enough hole in the side of the pumpkin for Fabio to crawl through.
“That was a lot easier than ramming the pumpkin with the wagon.” He said.
“And now we can finally get Mama her pumpkin seeds!” Mivelly squeaked, running inside the pumpkin and gathering up as many seeds as he could carry.
Fabio and Sullivan both helped gather seeds until Mivelly’s wagon was nearly overflowing. Once this was done, the twinkle returned to Sullivan’s eyes.
“You want to see something cool?”
“Sure.” Mivelly said.
Sullivan took a firecracker and laid it on the ground. He then took a piece of the pumpkin that he’d cut out and placed it on top of the firecracker.
“Stand back.” He said as he lit the match, and touched it to the fuse.
Mivelly and Fabio backed up. Sullivan dashed over to join them.
“Plug your ears.”
Mivelly obeyed, but Fabio asked,
“Why?”
BOOM! The firecracker exploded, sending chunks of pumpkin in every direction! Fabio’s ears rang and his heart pounded.
“Wow!” Mivelly shouted. “That WAS cool! Can we do it again?”
“That’s enough excitement for one day.” Sullivan smiled. “Shouldn’t you be getting those seeds back to your Mama?”
“Oh, yeah!” Mivelly exclaimed, scampering over to the wagon. “Thanks for helping us with the pumpkin.”
“You’re quite welcome.” Sullivan waved, as he picked up his cart and headed off toward the meadow.
Fabio waved too, then scuttled over to Mivelly and shouted,
“We should probably get those seeds to your mama now!”
“Okay.” Mivelly said. “But you don’t have to yell.”
“What?” Fabio shouted. “Can you speak up?”
“Yeah!” Mivelly shouted back. “Let’s get started!”
“Sounds good!” Fabio yelled, Picking up the arrowhead and placing it in the wagon.
Mivelly and Fabio started out. Fabio, who was guarding the arrowhead carefully, hung behind to make sure it didn’t fall off. Mivelly’s stomach began to grumble. It was far past lunch time, and the oatmeal he’d eaten for breakfast had vanished long ago.
Fabio began to sing that traditional hedgehog serenade at the top of his lungs, as the two friends and the wagon disappeared around the bend, leaving the pumpkin patch behind.