The Pumpkin Oracle

Nicoharry1111

A medieval village square bustling with peasants, with a large pumpkin sitting on a wooden cart in the center. Two villagers, Henry and Matilda, are staring at the pumpkin, bewildered.
Henry: Matilda, does that pumpkin... just talk?
Matilda: Henry, I think you're hearing things. Pumpkins don't talk!
The pumpkin now has an animated expression, with eyes and a mouth. The villagers are gaping at it in disbelief.
Pumpkin: Hear me, villagers of Wobbleton! I bring tidings of great importance!
Henry: I knew it! It's a talking pumpkin!
More villagers gather around, including a curious knight in armor. The pumpkin looks poised as if it's about to deliver a prophecy.
Pumpkin: Tomorrow, the baker will run out of flour!
Knight: A mere shortage of flour? That's hardly an epic prophecy!
The villagers are scratching their heads, confused. The pumpkin looks slightly embarrassed.
Pumpkin: I'm just getting warmed up! Next week... um, the sun will rise in the east!
Matilda: I've heard more insightful predictions from my goat.
The pumpkin, now sweating, attempts one more prophecy. The villagers, however, are losing interest and walking away, leaving only Henry and the knight.
Pumpkin: Wait! In a fortnight, a great festival will be held with dancing and merriment!
Henry: That's already in the village calendar, oh wise pumpkin.
The pumpkin sighs, deflating slightly. The knight pats it sympathetically while Henry and Matilda chuckle.
Pumpkin: Alright, maybe I'm not the wisest. But I do make a great pie!
Knight: Now, that's a prophecy I can believe in!