“Let’s make ourselves scarce, then.”
Bob was about ready to laugh at the comical event of the moment. Just then, however, he had all he could do to take care of himself.
A second pumpkin came bounding down the bluff side. It took Bob across the ankles, and swept him off his feet. He was thrown headlong to the ground, doubled up like a ball. The boy grabbed at a bush, missed it, and went rolling over and over down the smooth incline.
“It’s Raining Pumpkins!” Gasped Bob
There was a bare sheer descent for nearly thirty feet. Along this Bob sped, and he could not stop himself. He landed at the bottom of the slope, slid across the sand, and came to a stop not ten feet away from the blazing fire.
“It’s raining pumpkins!” gasped Bob, sitting up and staring around him.