Jared Spears reads Splat The Cat And The Pumpkin-Picking Plan

0:19 Good evening. I am Jared Spears from the Cullman Tribune and I'll be reading

0:23 Splat the Cat and the pumpkin picking plan by Rob Scotton. Autumn was one of Splat's favorite

0:33 seasons. I'll help you rake the leaves, Mom, Splat offered. Thank you, Splat, Mom

0:39 said. Splat was good at raking leaves. Seymour helped, too. Soon they'd made a huge

0:45 pile. Splat stared at the pile. Suddenly, he had a great idea. His tail wig- wiggled wildly.

0:54 Splat! Leaves went flying everywhere. Splat's mom sighed. "I have an idea, Splat," she said. "Why don't you go to

1:03 the Farmer's Patch pumpkin patch? You can pick out a pumpkin to decorate and put on our porch."

1:10 Splat thought that sounded like a great idea. "I'll pick the most perfect pumpkin ever," he promised.

1:16 Splat grabbed his wagon and he and Seymour set off on their way. Splat loved Farmer's Patch pumpkin

1:22 patch. There was so much to see and do. He saw a very scary scarecrow.

1:28 He got lost in a hay bale maze. He tasted fresh apple and fish cider.

1:33 Then Splat remembered he was supposed to pick out the perfect pumpkin. "The perfect pumpkin should be big,

1:39 orange, and round," he told Seymour. He found a pumpkin that was very round

1:44 and very orange. "Too small," he announced. The next pumpkin was big and orange.

1:50 "Not round enough," he told Seymour. Seymour found a big round big round pumpkin. "Not orange enough,

1:57 Splat said. Splat's tail wiggled wildly with worry. Would he ever find the perfect pumpkin?

2:05 But then Splat spotted another pumpkin. It was round. It was orange. It was the

2:09 biggest pumpkin in the place. "Perfect!" Splat cried. "Mom will love this one." But there was one problem. How was Splat

2:18 going to get this pumpkin home? "This won't fit in my wagon," Splat said.

2:22 "I know," he said. "I'll roll it." Splat rolled the pumpkin out of the

2:27 gate. He rolled it onto the road and down a hill. "Whoa!" Splat cried. Splat

2:32 ran. The pumpkin rolled. The pumpkin wouldn't stop no matter what Splat did. "Help!" Splat cried.

2:40 Wow, Splat could steer the runaway pumpkin with his feet. He steered over a

2:43 bridge, in between cars, and right through his front gate. Finally, the pumpkin patch the pumpkin

2:50 stopped. Splat's mom smiled. "Oh, Splat, it's perfect," she said. "Well done." Splat smiled back. "It was no trouble at

2:58 all," he said. "No trouble at all." Goodnight. Sweet dreams.