The pumpkin plant CHAPTER IX
However, even when I was about to get back on the road, a little old woman, completely angry, came raising her stick and shouting at me how I had robbed her. Surprised, I asked her what she was talking about, and she explained that the pumpkins I had collected were hers, that she was a hermit and lived in the old cabin. It was only thanks to her care that the pumpkin plant had grown so nicely, thriving and loaded with fruits. And now comes I, depriving her of what belonged to her! Sorry to hear this, I asked the old hermit whether we could arrange a friendly agreement in order to solve the matter in the best of ways. I proposed her to leave the pumpkins to me, and, in exchange for them, I would bring her on a regular basis baskets filled with fresh vegetabl
