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I think it was the squash or maybe the cucumbers.
No, they couldn't have. They grow so fast there's no one left.
Do you know what they do to tomatoes?
I heard it from the corn. They're always keeping their ears open. You know they have to hide from the deer every night now.
They slice us up with big, sharp knives, and slather us with this thick, white gooey stuff...yuck.
No, they put us in hot water until our skin comes off, then they cut us into little pieces and call it salsa.
No, you're both wrong. They put us on the grill until we're fire-roasted, and then we're canned.
I believe I heard it from the potatoes, they're here until fall.
Nah, not them, they can't see a thing with all that dirt in their eyes.
Uh oh, here they come. Look, they've got baskets. I think they're taking us to market.
C'mon guys try to look pale and pasty, they only want the really red ones. Dang it, I warned y'all about the sun!
Ow, watch it will ya! Hey, quit yer squeezing, I bruise easily.
This was written for Magpie Tales #22.