Our 'Tops' Are Off To You

Hello there, I’m Ry and this is my boy Xaine. We would like to ask each of you to join us in recognizing the horrors inflicted upon the Great “Pumpkin”. Yearly, thousands of them are taken from their patches and placed into seemingly good homes. Their pure innocence blinds them to the realities of the gruesome fate which waits. When they least expect it they are turned upon by their abductors. The poor defenseless things have their tops sliced right off, their guts ripped out and discarded or even baked leaving them as just a hollow shell of their once full selves. The brutality sadly does not stop there. Their flesh is all too often sliced, stabbed and in extreme circumstances chunks of their being removed. If this were not enough, they are then filled with a toxic glowing substance or set a blaze, light emanating from the monstrous expression imprinted upon them by this torturous experience. They are then turned out, alone, scared in the frigid night air. Our apologies for the graphic depiction, however, Xaine and I hope you see why we feel these orange orphans deserve at least a moment. So, to all those lost through the years… Our ‘tops’ are off to you…..


Hey... We never said we were n't guilty of taking in a few of our own…