Something about drops of rain that forces extremes, drawing you closer to the nearest body or shoving you away from all bodies. Today, the drops are definitely forcing a divide.

These were Pumpkin's simple thoughts as she unintentionally fell into every puddle created by nature's obesity. Pumpkin was actively trying to avoid said puddlbes but perhaps she got a new set of balances that day.

Pumpkin was on her way to a concert she shouldn't be going to, that is if money, work, or responsibility had anything to say about it. But sheer desire was the winning voice. The Squash Bottom Band may be the best thing to exist especially with Pumpkin's idol leading them to greatness (who recently much to Pumpkin's private protesting married). The Big Dipper was why music existed, why mountains moved and why pigs flew. Now the Big Dipper was not huge in the looks department, but he had golden features when it came to music. His nickname came from the awkward bopping and untimed dips that occurred when he played his guitar. This was no dance of the gods, but it produced music from the heavens.

Fate dictated Pumpkin's actions that day, whether she wanted to accept that or not. The morning started as any other--she forgot to pick up The Daily Squahsher . She was still working to establish that habit. For Pumpkin habits were hard to create and easy to break. Just like a Pumpkin. Anywho, she resigned herself to another morning of not knowing what's going on in the world of Squash Bottom. As the train doors open, her mood instantly perked up as she noticed the only seat open just happened to be her favorite; the roomiest seat where she could recline and put her feet up without disturbing passengers who perferred not to house stranger's feet. Once she sat, she immediately noticed that there was a complete and barely read edition of that morning's Squasher. Not thinking a thing of it she began reading. As usual, 17 minutes into her commute the loud monotone intercom announcing upcoming stops lulled Pumpkin into her usual morning train coma. But not today, she jerked awake just to flip to the page announcing the performance of the Squash Bottom Band. Quickly, Pumpkins wheels began creaking back to life.