The weather report said that there was a small chance that there would be snow today but a promise was a promise and Isleen Cusdac had promised her new child that they would come to a small farm. It was one of those ones that you could go to any time of the year and get seasonal foods an other items. So the young woman wrapped her new child up in a warm clothes and headed to the farm. She smiled and though she could see her breath it would be well worth it for the fresh homemade cider and even some tasty trees. "Well Donovan just a bit longer in this line and we can go into the farm. We get to go on a hay ride first to get to the fields."

Holding its mother's hand a odd little toddler stood bundled up warmly with a rather large knitted hat pulled over a rather odd bright orange head. Donovan giggled softly and its black eye shown brightly, "Wanna ride hay!" was the sweet childish response. This was the first time the young child have ever been to a farm of any kind. And it was more than interested. So much so that it did not seem to mind the odd looks it was getting from people who thought it was a bit odd for a child to have a large orange pumpkin for a head. Almost as odd as the dark green skin that would be seen peeking out from creases in the winter clothes, or the thick vines that hung out from underneath the knitted hat.