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All hallows' Eve race of the Green Pumpkin Men
It was All Hallows' Eve. The green, orange and black Pumpkin Men were grinning and screaming. Grinning with a toothless mouth; screaming
In a cloud of dust, the Hansom cabs turn the three-quarter pole to the roar of the crowd. Seven to eight carriages drawn by steeds of speed round the three-quarter to the mounting thrill and applause of the spectators. When they come into sight at the finish line, the audience gasps, for green pumpkin men are whipping the horses on. Standing on a hill, I see them and they see me. They smile menacingly with a sense of sardonic humor at the situation. They grin as if greeting me officially.
They are green pumpkins animated as horse jockeys. They tip their top hats in order in order to increase the fury of the horses, who froth and foam in their harnesses. They yell to their comrades with British accents through the hoof and rumble of the track.
