Nadja clapped her hands together in excitement as she looked around the pumpkin patch. For two hours she had insisted nonstop to be taken to the 'great patch of orange' where 'squashes are revered.' She had been quite active on the internet lately. She scooped up a tiny one with an excited gasp.

“Ohh look! This one reminds me of my sweet Laszlo!“ she cackled.