Once upon a time, a man named Peter genetically engineered a pumpkin about the size of a house. At least, it was about the size of his house, which was about as large as a shed.
You see, he had lately been having more fights than usual with his wife — over the remote control, or whose turn it was to cook, or who should be responsible for cleaning up after the three toed sloth who lived just outside their house.
The solution, Peter decided, was that he and his wife should live in separate spaces. However, Peter didn’t have the money for another house, and so he genetically engineered a pumpkin.
His wife was less than excited when she came home from work to find that all her things, along with a cot and an icebox, had been moved into a giant pumpkin. But live in it she did, and she didn’t say a word to Peter.
Sometimes, he could faintly hear her on the phone, or walking from one side of the pumpkin to the other. But for the most part, they never really saw each other, and Peter had never been happier.
However, he was not at all happy when he came home and saw a bulldozer demolishing his home. When all the dust cleared, one thing was left: a slightly larger than average squash, with a hole cut into it for a door.
The End.
Source: Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater, Nursery Rhyme.
