October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, My name is Kirsten. I am a pumpkin. I live on a farm and I am very shiny. I am orange and I sit on grass growing 24 hours a day. The grass is very itchy. When someone touches me on a hill I start rolling down the hill. After I stop rolling I have green circles on me and I'm full of holes. I look very pretty. Mrs. Dingman please don't pick me and bring me home and put me on your front porch for Halloween! I don't want you to because if you put a candle inside me I might get catch on fire. Half of your porch could catch on fire. I don't want that to happen. If you take me home I might grow feet and I could walk in your house and wake you up at 4:00 in the morning. One more thing, I am growing mold all over me. You could get sick from that. So please don't take me home and carve me and bring me home. Thank you. Love, Kirsten |
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Children were asked to write a two paragraph friendly letter in this assignment, using a pumpkin's point of view. Each "pumpkin" tried to persuade me not to choose them to use for decorating my front porch for Halloween. We met several Pennsylvania State Standards in writing our paragraphs: * 1.4.3 Types of Writing * 1.5.3 Quality of Writing * 3.7.3 Technological Devices Enjoy our creativity, humor, and persuasiveness!! |
October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, Hi my name is Winter. I grow on a very old farm with other pumpkins. I am a very round happy pumpkin today. I have a very long green stem on me. I have been here for more than 7 years. I like it here. It is fun. I play by myself sometimes. I am happy here on the farm with my friends. I am also happy to be a pumpkin. The weather is nice and warm. The farmer takes care of me. The soil is nice and smooth too. If you buy me and carve me into a jack-o-lantern I will smell like rotten bananas inside. I really do smell like rotten bananas inside of me! I do know where there are better pumpkins for you to carve and to buy. It is called Rotten Egg Store. They are still better than me even though it is called Rotten Egg Store. Do not buy me ever! Your house will smell like rotten bananas all over the place. I mean it too! Your Friend, Winter (Kimberly) |
October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, I am greenish orange. I am light. I love to play. My name is Orange because that is what color I am. I am 8 years old. My best friend is green. Green is 9. Green sits right next to me. My other best friend is Yellow. Yellow sits on the other side of me. Yellow is 11. All of us hang out together. There are mean pumpkins. The mean pumpkins steal your lunch. My friends are smaller than me. They stay right next to me so they do not get lost or get their lunch stolen. I am a pumpkin! I do not want you to buy me or carve me. If you buy me I will run away and hide so you will not find me. If you find me I will run away forever and you will never see me ever again. So do not buy me or carve me. Your Friend, Taylor |
October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, Hello, I'm Emily. I live on Fran's Fresh Farm. I'm big and orange, but not too fat! I'm a round pumpkin, but like I said, not too fat. My vine has a lot of pricks. I have a little green. I'm sill very orange. I'm very dirty though. So are my friends. The ground is squishy where I grow. That's why I'm dirty. Today a baby kicked dirt all over me. If you pick me, you won't be too happy (if you don't like to clean!) My seeds stick to EVERYTHING! I will get squishy right after you pick and carve me. I will turn all black and you won't have a good jack-o-lantern. If you like cooked pumpkin seeds you will not like mine! My pumpkin seeds taste like dragonflies and frogs! GROSS! So you should change your mind! Your Friend, Emily The Pumpkin |
October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, Hi, I am a pumpkin who lives on a farm. My name is Pumpulo and I am moldy, green, and fat. I'm green because I am a rotten pumpkin. I've been on this farm for over 5 years. Old McDonald takes care of me. I call him old Mic. I am glad I'm moldy because I will not be made into pumpkin pie or cake. I don't really have any friends because I'm rotten. I grow in a pile of hay on the farm. Other pumpkins think I am crazy because I let myself rot. If you buy me and carve me into a jack-o-lantern no one will come to your house because it will smell like rotten pumpkin. No one likes the smell of rotten pumpkin! I know these two pumpkins that are a bright orange color. They would make a great jack-o-lantern. Pick them! They smell like fresh pumpkin. If you make me into a scarecrow, I will scare all the trick or treaters away. I'm sorry, Old Mic is calling me. Bye Bye. Your Friend, Pumpulo (Alex) P.S. Carve the two pumpkins I was talking about. |
October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, My name is Joey. I'm a pumpkin. It isn't easy being a pumpkin. When you're a pumpkin, a farmer takes care of you. Also you have to watch out for cows. Cows can step on you. You even have to watch out for crows. Crows can pick on you and make holes in you. You shouldn't buy me and carve me because a cow stepped on me. I fell apart. You shouldn't pick me because I'm old and I'm getting moldy. The mold could make you sick. Your Friend, Joey W. |
October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, Hi my name is Michael! I am a medium sized pumpkin. I'm hunter's orange and round. I am growing on a farm that's called Shine Lake Farm. It's really beautiful there. There are a lot of beautiful pumpkins there. My pumpkin friends are Phil and Nill. The ground is bumpy. The weather is cold. The people who take care of me are named Ryan and Nick. All the pumpkins are nice there except me. My stem is cut off! I have mold on me! All the spots on me have holes! If you go to carve me I have green on the inside and you can't make pumpkin pie or use the pumpkin seeds! If you think I'm lying you're wrong. I have sharp edges on me so no one can pick me up without wearing gloves. Sometimes when people pick me up the sharp edges go through the gloves. When you go to put a candle in me it goes right out because I'm so cold on the inside like an ice cube. Where I grow it is really cold. If you tap me a little hard I'll flop down and look gooey. So don't pick me. Sincerely, Michael The Pumpkin |
October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, My name is Ryan and I am a great big pumpkin. I like to play games and roll and make people laugh. You can find me in the far left corner of the field because I am the most orange pumpkin in the field and that is where I belong. I have lots of friends. Their names are Jimmy, Kristi, Karen, John, and Amanda. The soil is hot, but I am never too hot. You shouldn't buy me because I am rotten, smelly, and full of worms. I have flies and I have no inside. I have goo coming out of me and I like to fool around. That's why you shouldn't buy me to put on your front porch. From, Ryan |
October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, My name is Tyler. I live on a farm. I'm a rough, fat, and stinky pumpkin. I am very scary and orange. I have a very long and pointy stem. I am a small round pumpkin. The ground is hard where the fence is and the other pumpkins are. My best pumpkin friend is Chris. I am not good to carve because I'll scare all the little kids away. If you want pumpkin seeds you do not want me. My pumpkin seeds taste like radishes. I smell like a skunk. I am so fat that I might not be able to fight. I am also very shiny orange. Please don't pick me. Your Friend, Tyler |
October 1, 2003 Dear Mrs. Dingman, I am an orange pumpkin named Pumpky who lives on a farm. I am a pumpkin who is growing by these two pumpkins named Bob and Jeff. The ground feels pointy. The weather is rainy. I am a little orange pumpkin but I'm starting to grow. I grow by a haystack and a cow is trying to eat me. I have a stem that is very big growing out of the top of my head. The stem is hitting the cow so the cow doesn't eat me. I have green holes on me and I stink. If you buy me and carve me I'll stink up your porch so nobody comes. If you carve me and you put a light in me I'll blow fire out at a kid when he comes. I'm really hot inside so I'll burn your fingers off. The stuff I have inside is slimy green. So don't buy me or carve me. Sincerely, Zach The Pumpkin |
