A cartoon boy looks disgusted at a plate of schnitzel and mashed potatoes, next to a grotesque, square pumpkin with a mouth, tongue, and mold, dripping goo.

I could hear my mum calling me and my family for dinner, so I ran out of my room because I was starving. I saw my brother Tyson already waiting for his dinner, but when I saw his face, I knew dinner would not be good. His face looked like he wanted to bury his nose into his skull as he scrunched it up; his eyes were closed, like he did not want to look at it. When I sat down, my dinner was already there, and I knew it was not good. It was a beef schnitzel with mash and tomatoes, all tasty food. But I saw something I have hated since I could remember. It was an orange, gooey, disgraceful pumpkin. I knew though, I did not have to eat it because I could just give my dad that menace of food like last time, but he refused. I ate every other bit of my dinner, but the last thing was the revolting pumpkin. It looked like a square-shaped piece of dookie, but orange. I could see that the skin was still on which I had to eat, but when I looked in one of the corners, I could see the horrific, green, hairy mould spots on the right corner of the entire side. I could smell the repugnant thing like she made it out of the bin. I asked my mum if I had to eat it, but she refused and told me to just eat it. I pick up one of the pieces and am prepared to have my taste buds destroyed. I put it in my mouth, and it feels like I'm going to die. It was mushy and slimy, like I was eating a dog turd that had been left on the ground lying for three days. I felt like I was going to throw up. I could hear Mehr sehen