When the pumpkins fell, Jason did not know why. They fell from the sky like super-sized orange hail. They smashed into the roofs of houses, breaking through the sky lights. They smashed cars, crushing window shields and denting them beyond recognition. Like vegetable bombs they left craters in Ms Jones lovely flower patch. It a tornado of pumpkins flying to the ground everywhere. They took out power lines, and the police was too scared to patrol the streets. Radio and cell phone towers looked like Christmas trees decorated with half-smashed pumpkins. Jason hid in the old oak tree. He is probably still there.
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