There are 27 pumpkins scattered about the sim, most will be in plain or nearly plain sight. (Hope you don't mind getting a little wet!) But there are Ten that we took extra care in hiding, these may be smaller than the others so look clostly. We have given you a nudge in the right Direction with the poem below, read through it and when you are walking about to find the others if you see a place that looks like what the hint is refering to take a little extra time there.

Please do note that the houses are privately owned and so you will find no pumpkins hidden in the houses just around them. Also there will be nothing above the cloud line.

Congradulations Blog readers! You get Bonus Hints at the end of this post!


The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats




1 Where dips the ROCKY highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

2 There lies a leafy ISLAND

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;


3 There we've hid our FAERY vats,

Full of berrys

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

4 Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray SANDS with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses



5 We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden DANCES

Mingling hands and mingling glances



6 Till the MOON has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.



7 Where the wandering WATER GUSHES

FROM THE HILLS above Glen-Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,



8 We seek for SLUMBERING TROUT

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out



9 From ferns that DROP THEIR TEARS

OVER THE YOUNG STREAMS

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.



Away with us he's going,

The solemn-eyed:

He'll hear no more the lowing



10 Of the calves on the warm HILLSIDE

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal chest.

For he comes, the human child,

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

 
 
 
BONUS HINTS:
 
1 Dragons will hide their treasure in a cave.
 
2 Fairies and many fantasy creatures can Fly.


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