Chapter 2: The Trip Home
I can't believe that farmer Robinson sold me for 25¢ a pound.
 Bananas cost more than that!! You can't tell me that I'm not even worth as much as a dumb, yellow banana!
Well, after they paid for me, they carried me to their car (which I can tell you, was no limousine),and Mr. Daddy tried to put me into the trunk.
"No," screamed pipsqueak again, "I wanna' hold my pumpkin!"
Well the little one was on my side this time- I didn't want to ride in any trunk-I'm not too fond of the dark you know...
"I don't think that's a good idea," said Daddy, "you might drop it if we go over a bump!"
"Hold! Hold!! Hold!!!" yelled the spoiled one and luckily she got her way too.
Inside the car, the little brat was rocking me from side to side, singing some silly song about Halloween and telling me how she was going to carve a face into my side!!!!
If her parents hadn't been around, I would've been happy to tell her the only knife that was ever going to get near me was one that I would use to enjoy a nice warm roast beef dinner with...
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