I was surprised that the guards let the prisoners have as many pumpkins as they liked.
“Oh, pumpkins are useless,” the warden told me. “You can’t do anything with a pumpkin. Let alone escape.”
“I could use a pumpkin to escape,” one of the inmates chimed in. “I would put a pumpkin where my head was supposed to be.”
“Then we would make that pumpkin explode, wouldn’t we?” retorted the guard with a laugh.