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"How a Clompkin found his patch" by super_star12001
It’s difficult being a Clompkin in a field of pumpkins sometimes.
It’s not that Jack hates living and working in a pumpkin patch – far from it in fact. It’s undeniable however, that life would be a whole lot easier if he did not blend into the surroundings of his workplace so much.
It’s bad enough that some of the other petpets at the pumpkin patch find it hard to differentiate him from the actual pumpkins that they were meant to pick. And that’s not even as bad as the traumatic experience that occurs every Halloween at the pumpkin patch. Jack still shudders at the memory of all those baby neopets and petpets grabbing at him, mistakenly thinking that he is a pumpkin.
Sometimes Jack isn’t sure that winning games of hide and seek is worth the hassle of constantly being mistaken for a pumpkin.
It’s not like he even looks that much like a pumpkin anyway! Sure his head is orange and shaped like a pumpkin but he is much better looking. Not to mention that he has legs and a face and is very capable of moving on his own thank you very much. Jack does not see the resemblance at all.
“Oh woe the life of a Clompkin who works in a pumpkin patch - what a terrible life it can be,” Jack sighed as he leaned against a cart.
“What’s the matter Jack?”
Jack looked up to see Dimitris, or Tris as he told everyone to call him, the owner of the pumpkin patch, towering over him.
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