‘Welcome to Vancouver’ the big airport sign read.
“Where should we start looking for my parents?” Sir Pigglesworth asked.
“Well, did they say why they were coming here?” JoAnn asked.
Sir Pigglesworth shook his head. “No, but they did mention something about picking pumpkins.”
JoAnn nodded. “Then I know just where to start,” she said.
“The Pumpkin Patch of Richmond Country Farms,” said JoAnn.
“It’s famous for its pumpkins. If your parents wanted a pumpkin from Vancouver, this would be the most likely place they would come.”
She lifted Sir Pigglesworth onto a hay wagon where several kids were already seated waiting for the ride to begin.
Sir Pigglesworth settled in next to a group of kids.
He began to shiver. He wished he had brought along warm clothes.
“Are you okay?” asked the girl sitting across from him.
“I’m just a little cold,” Sir Pigglesworth said.
The girl took off her scarf and hat and put them on Sir Pigglesworth.
“Thank you very much,” the polite piglet said. “I feel warmer already.”
The girl smiled. “My name is Grace,” she said. “This is Jack, Wyatt, Alice and Elizabeth.”
She pointed to the kids sitting next to her. Each of them smiled and waved.
“My name is Sir Pigglesworth,” he said. “I’m here to find my parents. Are you looking for your parents, too?”
Alice giggled. “No, we’re looking for a pumpkin,” she said.
Sir Pigglesworth chatted happily with the kids when suddenly the wagon hit something in the fields that lifted him right off his seat.
“W-what happened?” he asked. He lost his balance and started to fall backward off the hay wagon.
Jack and Wyatt caught him just in time as the wagon came to a stop!
When it came time to get off the hay ride, Sir Pigglesworth and his new friends climbed down onto the muddy fields.
He was surprised at how quickly his hooves sank deep into the mud.
“Yuck,” Sir Pigglesworth said, making a face as he slowly lifted one hoof and then the other, trying to tiptoe through the field.
When his hooves sank again, he thought up a new plan.
He climbed onto the closest pumpkin and began to jump from one to the next.
That was working great until one pumpkin rolled with him, dropping him face first into the mud!
All the kids laughed. Sir Pigglesworth thought it was funny, too, and laughed.
But he couldn’t see a thing. His goggles were covered with mud.
JoAnn took him to the restroom and wiped off his goggles so he could see again.
She carried him from then on so he wouldn’t get a snout full of mud again.
Out in the pumpkin field, Sir Pigglesworth and his friends found the perfect pumpkins.
But his mom and dad were nowhere to be seen.
“I think you’ve had a big day,” JoAnn said as they left the pumpkin patch.
“Why don’t we go to our hotel and rest for a while? Then we can try to figure out where your parents could be.”
Sir Pigglesworth hugged his pumpkin tightly, curled up next to JoAnn and sleepily agreed.
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