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What Are We Making

Vegetables were going into striped bowl at a record pace. Tomato, celery, onion and carrot began a foot race. Onion and radish rolled around and around the rim. Las Vegas lemons and rutabagas slid right on in. Broccoli wanted in on the action too. I saw parsley slipping in with an old soft shoe. What are we making? The veggies asked me at last. I had no idea, it had happened so fast. strawberry and raspberry both tried to sneak in. You are not veggies! I said, grabbing them by their chin. A salad? A fruit cake? A fajita or what? They asked. I had no idea, but here came an egg, and it was masked.

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