Somewhere out there is a person who decided that it would be a good idea for them to steal the biggest pumpkin on our porch. I don't think they realized that pumpkin belonged to Little e, or that it was grown on a friend's farm with love. Maybe that person had a good reason for stealing from a little girl, but I seriously doubt it. I do know, with a certain viciousness, that people who casually steal from others have bad things happen to them. The universe vents its bowels upon them and they live unhappy, unfulfilled lives of misery. My feelings about this remind me of a story I heard on NPR once. This little old lady in the South who made fried pies to pay for her husband's medications was turned into the local Health Department because she was baking professionally in her home kitchen. About that tattletale she said (paraphrasing since I can't find the link), "Oh, I pity them. God will make them suffer for their actions, and I pity them their lives." So, Pumpkin Thief, I suggest you really, really enjoy our pumpkin.. after all, there isn't much else out there for you.