[Dastan kneels on the floor, hands clasped around a pumpkin with a young man's face--that silly helmet of his included. Dastan's face is every bit distraught. He had set out looking for Tus. Instead, he found a Garsiv pumpkin.]
I--I didn't kill father!
[The pumpkin yells and shouts in anger, pumpkin spittle shooting out of its mouth and landing
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