Fox in the Pumpkin Patch
Smells Like: Butternut squash and ripe pumpkin with a sprinkle of seasonal spices.
Crows call out over the golden fields as the sun sinks beneath the trees. Farmer Fox wheels his old barrow out of the garden shed the stops for a moment to shade his eyes. Black birds wing over the fields, undeterred by the scarecrow watching over the harvest. Farmer Fox smiles.
Whistling to himself, he pushes the wheelbarrow out into the field, casting his gaze from one ripe pumpkin to another. Their bright orange skins seem to glow in the light of the setting sun, as if each is a sun in its own right.
He finds the perfect one, round and full, almost too large to fit in his wheelbarrow. After severing the stem he hoists it up. His kits will have the finest jack o' lantern in the village.