Born from the very fist orange blossom of an unusually warm Autumn eve, Pumpkin is a tiny, copper-haired pixie with a reputation that stretches across the entire Bramblewood Forest. While most pixies are content tending to flower beds or gathering dew drops, Pumpkin finds his joy in the art of the harmless prank. He earned his name not just from the vibrant, pumpkin-orange colour of his gossamer wings, but because of his absolute obsession with autumn mischief. Pumpkin’s favourite pastime is outsmarting the larger woodland creatures and unsuspecting humans who wander too close to his briar patch. He is the reason milk turns mysteriously sour overnight, why shoelaces tie themselves together in double knots, and why travellers suddenly find their pockets filled with shiny acorns instead of copper coins. He moves like a streak of autumn light, leaving behind a faint scent of cinnamon and dried leaves, followed invariably by a high-pitched, echoing snicker. Despite his relentless troublemaking, the forest dwellers find it impossible to stay mad at him. Pumpkin possesses a strange, unpredictable sense of justice. When a greedy logger came to harvest the oldest oak in the forest, Pumpkin spent three straight nights untying the man’s boots, hiding his axe in badger holes, and mimicking eerie ghost whispers until the terrified logger fled, never to return. He might steal your favourite shiny button, but if you happen to lose your way in his woods, you will find a glowing trail of fireflies mysteriously guiding you safely back to the path

he..he..heeeeee Hello I'm Pumpkin

Bramblewood Forest