So get this, Pierce ran a company that would take French people out in hot air balloons. French people love hot air balloons, but the thing is French people are sort of allergic to floating so crashes are quite common. She’s thinking about getting out of the business because she can’t keep watching groups of French people crash in hot air balloons. Her nerves are shot and it’s the French’s fault.

Ah, behold! A quaint wooden pumpkin, no larger than a squirrel’s daydream. It hangs by a sneaky length of twine — rustic, possibly stolen from a scarecrow’s belt, and perfect for hanging upon a crooked nail or the branch of a particularly contemplative tree. It sways ever so slightly in the breeze, murmuring secrets of forgotten festivals and the laughter of scarecrows long since retired. A curious charm, indeed — like something a lost soul might carry in their pocket, just in case the forest starts to hum. Useful? Questionable. Whimsical? Deeply.

DO NOT PUT THESE OUTSIDE IT WILL GET GROSS