I got sniped before I could post this reply to Tusky's but I'm going to leave it here anyway: there was a warning. It was written in prophecies thousands of years ago, lost, copied out by a sixteenth century scribe, sat in a university library for two more centuries, ended up in the hands of the British civil service, naturally got lost again, was marked down as having disappeared in the North Sea floods of 1953, was rediscovered by an archivist in the 1980s, was then quietly buried in a time capsule for inexplicable reasons involving a four year old's surprise birthday party, was uncovered from there by the Russian mafia, returned to the university, became the subject of a legal battle of disputed ownership, and is now in the basement of a large governmental building that is itself the subject of disputes as to which government it belongs to, locked in the toilet rooms, in a safe, in a cubicle with a sign saying "beware of the ravenous Bug-blatter beast of Traal" on the door.
And no, CG, poo is recycled soil.
Why pumpkins?
