CENTRE SQUARE, WESTLER — On market days the square fills up with stalls, wagons, and more hollering about vegetables than you'd believe possible. It smells of hay, ripe Waka melon, and fresh-turned earth, and somewhere in the middle of it all there's always one runaway chicken. Always.
Behind the Stalls
No one soul runs the market — it belongs to the growers of the whole valley. But if it has an unofficial mayor, it's Farmer Dickens, a kind-hearted man who's been known to give a piglet to a boy just for helping out, and who'll talk your ear clean off about soil if you let him.
In the Stalls
- Rennells Farm pumpkins — the famous ones. They come out of the ground with a little extra cinnamon sweetness, and nobody can rightly explain why.
- Waka melon — half the town's personal weakness
- Pitter potatoes — so light they lay right on top of water. Useful, that. Surprisingly useful.
- Eggs, greens, jams, and whatever the season's showing off
Current Special
Pumpkin season! Rennells pumpkins by the cartload — for your pies, your breads, and your "pumpkin whatevers," as they say around here.
Ducket Stories on the Counter
Two stories grew out of these stalls. In Peter Pumpkin-Eater, it is the year of the ever-lastin’ rain, and Matta overhears Farmer Pete Rennells telling a strange tale about his famous pumpkin farm and his sassy-talkin’ wife, Ms. Betty. In The Piper’s Son, the butcher comes hollering down the road after young Noah and a tiny pig named Herbert – picked from Farmer Dickens’s own litter.
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