He was soon to know, for they had reached the edge of the Pond.
"Duck him!" shouted the Little Red Apples in glee.
And the Tall Corn Soldiers seized Jehosophat by the hair on the top of his head, and shoved him under the water, way under, oh, way, way under.
"Give me a bite!" said the first Little Red Apple, snapping at their prisoner's face when he came to the surface again.
"Me, too!" shouted the second.
"A big one for me!" yelled the third, and they all rolled in the water and bobbed around, bumping up against his face and trying their best to take a nip out of his cheeks.
He never had known before that apples had teeth, but, sure enough, he felt them now--there was actually a little piece gone from each side of his face.
"Great fun, Hallowe'en!" they called to one another as they bobbed about, still snapping at his cheeks.
"Enough!" It was the two Corn Soldiers who spoke, and Jehosophat was dragged from the Pond. He was dripping wet and he felt pretty cold in his pajamas.
"Now it's my turn," said Ole Man Pumpkin. "Take him to the workshop, there's a lot of sharp tools there."