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We ran straight to the fire hall where there was a bunch of men sitting outside playing cards. When they heard our screams, they didn't laugh or ask any questions. Instead they ran into the fire hall and grabbed those big chopping axes, and then they ran back toward Patin's field.
We finally caught up to them in the ditch where they were smashing all of those punkins with their axes. When they had busted up every last one, they went into Patin's patch and set that whole field on fire.
It was the biggest fire me and Shawee ever saw. That black smoke curled up to the sky and completely blocked out that full moon.
Now I'm gonna tell you something, and if you doon't believe me you can ask Shawee. But above the roar of that flame we heard screams, hundreds of screams rising up from that smoke. Oooh, it gives me the frissons just thinking about it right now.
Now old man Patin was never seen again since that night. Some people say he ran away, some think that something bad happened to him. And that punkin patch? Well, it never grew another punkin since then. In fact, if you go to Acadia Parish today, you won't find another punkin patch anywhere around there. But if you ask somebody around there where old Patin's field is, they sure can tell you. But they also gonna tell you:
"DON'T GO INTO PATIN'S PUNKIN PATCH. THEY STILL GOT TATIE'S IN THERE!"
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