Boretta Tores

Boretta Tores (75mm,120mm) Boretta Tores wiped the dirt from her brow, her sun-kissed cheeks flushed with effort as she knelt between the furrows. The ancient druidic tome lay open beside her, its pages fluttering in the breeze as she whispered the incantation for the third time that morning. A warm, golden glow pulsed from her fingertips into the soil, and before her eyes, the tiny pumpkin sprout shuddered—then exploded into growth, vines snaking outward like grasping fingers. Within minutes, a massive orange gourd swelled to the size of a wagon wheel, its surface gleaming under the midday sun. Boretta sighed, poking it with her boot. "Papa wanted wheat," she muttered, eyeing the dozen other gargantuan pumpkins already crowding the field. At this rate, they'd have enough pumpkin pie to feed the kingdom—but not a single loaf of bread.   Still, there was magic in her mishap. The village children adored the pumpkin patch, weaving forts between the colossal stems, and the local baker h