"A pumpkin?!" Grace shrieked. She grabbed her mother's shirt and clung on tightly. "I don't want to be a big,
fat, pumpkin! That's even worse than a pig or a cow".
"It'll be fine, honey," her mother said with naivety. "Life will probably be very nice for you. You'll probably
spend days in the sun, on a big pumpkin patch. Maybe there will be girls you know - I heard the different
Centers tend to specialize in certain kinds of produce, and transform people in groups".
Grace felt slightly relieved. The truth was, though, that no such luxurious lifestyle would be afforded to her.
She would become a huge, orange, fruit, her body filled with pulp, and Halloween was coming up soon - precisely
why orders for pumpkins were on the rise.
But Grace had no choice, and went to the transformation center regardless.