In a large field of pumpkins sits a mouse named Minerva. Under the moonlight, she tries to use a stick larger than she can comfortably carry to carve into a pumpkin twice her height. All she's able to accomplish, however, is making little scratches along the surface. She sighs and carefully lays the stick down on the ground, then scurries up to the top of the pumpkin and looks up at the starry sky.

"Alas, my chicken scratch bears no semblance to any shape, let alone a work of art! Perhaps I should stick to smaller carvings, regardless of the fact that only my small self shall bear witness to the glorious art. If only I was a bit bigger, then I could carve art large enough for all who set foot in this patch to behold!"