Chapter One"It IS a ghost!" jack gasped.
"Pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkin pie! I must have one before I die.
It must be round and brown as toast, or I'll haunt this house a hungry ghost.
It must be perfect, or a ghost I'll stay, and haunt this house and never, ever go awaaaaaaaay!"
Grandma put her hands on her hips. "Oh, stop all that moaning," she said to the ghost. Sit down and have some pie."
The ghost pointed at the pie.
"That pie ain't perfect, It looks like papier-mache. That pie's insultin' to a pie gourmet.
Why, if I was alive, I'd have a pie degree. I'd be a Professor of Pie with a Ph.P.
I know me pumpkins, so's you better comply and make me a perfect pumpkin pie."