The gnomes put out their pumpkin patch this morning (they are over on the bridge).
Within an hour The Squirrel had stolen one of the pumpkins, taken it over to the area of the porch where all the bird and squirrel snacks are and attempted to eat it. Didn't manage to do it. Imagine plastic pumpkins don't taste so good.
(Matt, you can bet this is going into the Ralph 2019 book I'm working on now...)