One morning not long before the festival, three people were collecting their mail at the post office at the same time.
Mrs Toffee, the owner of the lolly shop, was picking up another parcel of new lollies and she saw the manager of the Pumpkin Festival with a big smile on his face.
'What are you so happy about Blue?' she asked him.
'This letter here is the insurance for the festival. Now the festival can go ahead. Nothing can stop it now.'
'Look. Here's old Henry. He's ridden his bicycle all the way in from Tansey to pick up his mail. I don't know how he does it.'
'What have you got there Henry,' asked Blue as Henry carried his heavy little parcel out of the Post Office.
'None of your business. It's mine,' said Old Henry as he walked back to his bicycle and started to ride back to his farm.
No one knew what Old Henry took back to his farm that day but another day he was seen to park his bicycle in front of Mrs Toffee's Lolly Shop. He came out with a parcel and a smile and he rode back to his farm.
Well on the day of the Festival everyone in town was there. There were lots of tourists buying pumpkin scones and getting ready for the pumpkin roll down Policeman's Hill.
'Hey look who's coming. It's Old Henry.' shouted some kids.
Everyone looked and, sure enough, there he was puffing up the hill on his bicycle and on the back there was a big pumpkin.
He waited till everyone had had a go rolling and then stepped forward. 'Ladies and Gentlemen. I have the best pumpkin of all. All children must hold out their hands and open their mouths.'
He put his pumpkin down on the start line, lit the fuse sticking out of the pumpkin and gave it a shove and it went rolling down the hill.
'Ahh! It's a bomb. Duck for cover!' But before anyone could move, the pumpkin went off like a giant firework.
Bang! Ziiiiii. Ziiiii. Ziiii. Zup-zup-zup-zup-zup.
Fireworks went zipping everywhere over Policeman's Hill and out of them flew lots and lots of bright colourful pumpkin shaped lollies.
'Hooray!' Kids ran here and there scooping them up and when they tasted them they fizzed and zipped in their mouths like yummy, sweet fireworks.
'That's what was in that parcel at the post office,' said Blue. 'The Pumpkin Festival will get another tourism award for sure this year. Thanks old Henry. That was the best.'
Old Henry had his photo taken with the festival committee and Mrs Toffee from the Lolly Shop and all the happy smiling children before he hopped on his bike and rode back to his farm.
Created by Daryll Bellingham and the students from years 3, 4 & 5 at Goomeri State School.
No pumpkins were hurt in the production of this story.
© 2010
No pumpkins were hurt in the production of this story.
© 2010
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