But then, something astonishing happened.
As the once-proud Pumpkin People cried out in their collective agony, their voice was heard. And there was a response. A rallying cry of support. And that rallying cry clearly came from my neighbours. Because suddenly, pumpkin people fever has taken hold on the streets that surround me. Suddenly, pumpkin people are springing up where none had existed before. Suddenly, my neighbours have taken up the pumpkin people torch and are holding it high.
There are pumpkin witches.
And pumpkin teenagers.
And pumpkin vampires.
And even pumpkin smurfs.
Far from being at death's door, it seems the pumpkin people are alive and well. And living in my neighbourhood.