October 3, 2022.

"Ooh, great fun, I'm a little pumpkin lad, look here! Watch me turkey trot!"

"How dreadful. Patrick, come here, look at this awful thing."

"My arms are gourds and my head is a pumpkin, I'm simply a little pumpkin lad! I may dance only with the air but she is a partner that keeps me light on feet, and oh I love to dance!"

"Good lord, Mrs. Benson, this thing is ghastly. What an obscene little goblin you are, pumpkin lad. If we were not bound by a previous engagement we would take our time chopping you into pieces and roasting you over a fire."

"You don't want to roast me! I am a little pumpkin lad who loves to dance! Shall I illustrate the Maxixe for you? Or perhaps a Charleston? Oh there is a song in my heart, dear friends, and I must-"

"Patrick, flag down that disgusting street urchin over there. We shall pay him a penny to go tell the Fornesyths that we shall be delayed."

"Yes, Mrs. Benson. You there, urchin!"

"Do you delay your plans that you might watch me dance? Or, I see you grasping my arm, does this mean you should like to join? Shall I teach you the steps? They're quite simple, and will bring you great joy. Your grip is quite firm, Ma'am. Oh, horray and harrah! I cannot tell you the depths of my excitement to finally have a partner that I may dance with!"

"No, little pumpkin lad, we intend to chop you into bits and roast you over the fire, and perhaps bring you as a gift to our friends the Fornesyths to eat with butter and jam."

"Oh no! Please let me go then! I do not wish to be eaten with anything. I simply wish to dance! Let me go and I shall continue on my way to the dance hall in the city, and you shall never see me again! I do not care to be roasted!"

"That is very sad for you, little pumpkin lad, but take solace you will not be sad much longer. Soon, will only feel terrible pain..."

"Oh no! Oh no! Oh nooooooo...!"