Come See What the Garden Grew
You have to come see for yourself! The hoe said to the rake.
The rake yawned, uninterested.
The hoe was always riling people up for no reason.
Seriously! The hoe said. You must come see what the garden grew.
The rake knew what the garden grew.
He had seen the carrots, radishes, and green beans.
He had seen the marigolds, lilies, and petunias.
“Baby cabbage?” He guessed. The hoe laughed.
When they arrived at the garden the rake was stunned.
He had never seen a garden grow a girl before.
And she was lovely.
“Come see what the garden grew!” he yelled to the clippers.
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