He’s rotund. Pleasantly plump. Some might call him chubby or chunky. He’s got personality; you can tell that even without knowing what his face might look like. He’s in the center of the patch. You might miss him if you’re averse to the muck. He’s heavy but not so much it hurts your back. He’s not over ripened, but his shell isn’t impenetrable. You can slice in; it will take effort, but you won’t exhaust yourself trying to pry off his lid. His shell has one blemish that will make his face even better than you thought. His stem is sturdy and strong enough to hold his weight. His guts have been perfectly cooked by the sun. When you open him up it’s a glistening gooey, stringy, cavern of tangled mush and seeds, yet as you start to spoon out the mess, it comes up with ease, leaving his shell flawlessly hallowed out. Right in the center is a perfect space for you to set a light in. His face comes to life with the art of your hand and when you step back to see what he looks like when he glows, he’s better than what you imagined when you plucked him out of the patch. What a fine pumpkin he is.