Halloween is almost upon us so Mr. C. Cow insisted that we buy a few pumpkins to carve. The logistics of pumpkin carving/decorating is interesting when you’re traveling/living out of a camper so I told him we could get one large pumpkin and rig it up to be some sort of holiday hood ornament.
After much thought and, weirdly enough, interviews, Mr. C. Cow finally picked one perfect pumpkin to be his masterpiece for the season. Contrary to popular belief (Is there even a belief in this?) a cow can, SERIOUSLY, carve the heck out of a pumpkin. If you want a Pumpkinham Lincoln…yeah..he can do it. Creepy face…bah….too easy for a cow. It’s something about their hoofs. They can carve fruit magic.
After a bit of lunch and wandering around Mr. C. Cow spent a good part of an hour trying to figure out exactly what carving most represented himself. I tried to explain that you don’t really need to take the pumpkin carving art as an extension of yourself and the easiest thing was to just make triangle eyeballs but he was having none of it. While he thought about the proper way to carve some sort of masterpiece I’ll just fill the time with more postcards.
After I took a lot of postcard pictures for all of you I came back to an exhausted cow who looked like he had just painted the Sistine Chapel in one day.
Mr. C. Cow had carved a simple face into his pumpkin. Triangle eyes. Triangle nose. Didn’t seem so scary but when he explained that was a drunkard named Jack I didn’t much feel like putting this pumpkin on my camper hood as some sort of decoration. I don’t take to the whole myth/folktale/what not but any decorated pumpkin with a back story wasn’t going on my grill. Lucky for me Mr. C. Cow was easily distracted the promise of a candied apple and a picnic dinner that I didn’t have to bring that backstory pumpkin of forbidding anywhere near the hood of my camper. Saved by the sweets I guess.
I am REALLY glad that Mr. C. Cow is creative, unique, a cow individual. His love of art kinda outweighs his love of being bribed by sweets. I just need to find a way for him to not carve historical myths into his pumpkins during Halloween. Just to be on the save side.
Second Life Location: Devil Duck Halloween (M) – The decorations you see in photos should just be around for the holiday seasons. Which means…go before it goes away.
Who the heck is this “Stingy Jack” we speak of. Here is the wiki.