autumn Jiggles, the mouse, waited patiently for the pumpkins to turn
orange. Orange was his favorite color. The tangled vines and large
leaves grew around the pumpkins. Jiggles ran through the pumpkin patch
trying to decide which one he wanted for his own this year. “This is it!
This is my pumpkin! It's the biggest, the orangist, sweet smelling
pumpkin in the whole patch.”
saw a few other mice running around in the garden, looking for their
favorite. He didn't want any of the other mice to claim his pumpkin, so
he stayed at the pumpkin to guard it from all the other mice. He climbed
up on top and snuggled in between the cracks and bumps.
and all night he stayed on that pumpkin. His tummy growled with hunger
and his lips ached for a drink of water, but he was too afraid to leave.
“What if another mouse comes along while I am off getting a drink? No, I
flew by and saw Jiggles on the pumpkin. “Whatever are you doing lying on
“Guarding it. You see, this is my pumpkin. It's the biggest in the whole
pumpkin patch and I want it for myself. If I leave, then some of the
other mice might come along and claim it as their own.” Jiggles
explained things to the crow.
watch it for you. I'll stand right here and guard it while you run along
and find something to eat and drink. I'm sure your tummy is growling
with hunger pains,” the crow said.
thought about it. “All right. If you'll guard it for me, I'll go and
find something to eat. Thank you.” Jiggles ran off.
crow, being a tricky old bird, waited until Jiggles was gone and then
pecked at the pumpkin. “This is delicious.” He let out a loud caw and
several more crows flew down. They gobbled up the pumpkin, even all the
seeds inside of it too. When they'd finished, they flew away, leaving
nothing but the stem.
filled up on cheese that he found behind Mr. Jones's house and ran back
to the pumpkin patch. He felt much better now that he'd had something to
eat and drink. When he saw the stem and no pumpkin, he sat down and
cried. “Tricky crow. You ate my pumpkin.”
had no choice but to look for another pumpkin. He ran all through the
patch, but every pumpkin that he saw was already claimed by another
mouse. “Jiggles, there is one pumpkin left. You can have it,” one of the
mice said, giggling.
only pumpkin in the whole patch that belonged to nobody was a small,
scrawny pumpkin that was barely bigger than Jiggles. The mouse sighed
and climbed on top of it, found a comfortable spot and lay down. He
heard the crows cawing as they flew overhead. “Caw, caw, caw. That's
what you get for being greedy. Caw, caw, caw.”
year from then on, Jiggles didn't try to get the biggest pumpkin in the
patch. He was content having a middle-sized one and the crows never
bothered him again.