I wouldn't say that the pumpkin deserved it. It was more a curiosity.
I could tell it was rotten, having been there in the orchard behind my house since Halloween.
Our neighbor Patrick, who is caring for his dying mother, put it back there.
I thought it might be time for this pumpkin to change its shape and take on a different role.
I did this thing for the good of all hungry birds and squirrels.
The rotten fruit left its innards (which stank but were not discolored) on my checkered Vans.
It was still a worthy experiment.