One day I went to a Pumpkin Patch with my dad. It was a crisp cool October day. There was a big red barn . The pumpkins were either big or small, tall or short. But one thing they all had in common was they, were all orange. ib picked out the tallest, heaviest, and fattest pumpkin for myself. While my dad picked two measly little pumpkins for my siblings. We went in the barn to pay for the pumpkins, as I walked in the barn I smelt sugar and spice. It was warm and cozy. My dad bought the pumpkins and we left. (This is not a true story)