It was the day before Halloween. Bob had shrunk, now he’s about ten inches tall and ten inches wide. He also had mold on him. “No!” I screamed. My mom ran to me and said, “What’s wrong?” “Bob he shrunk and he has mold on him. He’s ruined,” I answered. “It’s ok we can get another pumpkin. You can name him Bob too,” she said, trying to comfort me. I went to my room and didn’t come out till the next day.