"Honey these are carrots. The orange part we eat is underground," her mother replied sweetly.
"But why?" whined the five year old as she crossed her arms.
"They need the ground and dirt to grow up to be big yummy carrots."
"But, don't they like to see the sun and sky?"
"Well, they re thinking, 'Why doesn't Sarah want to be underground all day? Doesn't she like the dirt?'"
That made little Sarah laugh. "Mommy, carrots can't talk," she said and put her hands on her hips.
"Well, either way, I bet someone is hungry." Sarah nodded and smiled. "Ok, then lets go make some dinner!" exclaimed her mother with a grin.
by Arianna Van Bergen, Milwaukie, OR"What color should I be?" the carrot-top asked.
Not at all surprised that the green fern talked to her, Sarah replied, "Orange. You should be orange."
"And why should I be orange and not green?" the fern thing asked.
"Well, they call ME 'carrot top' because I have orange hair. I assume that carrot tops are orange."
The green fern giggled and said, "Well, you learn something new today. Carrot tops are green. I'm a carrot top and I'm green."
"Oh dear," said Sarah, "what can I do now? I can't be called 'carrot top' -- not with orange hair."
"Well, then, just call yourself 'Carrot Bottom'."
"But my bottom's not orange," Sarah wailed.
"Mine is," the carrot top said.
Drying her tears, Sarah said, "I know. I can be called carrot top after all. I'll just go and dye my hair green."
"Whatever...." the carrot top said and sighed. As Sarah walked away from the garden patch, the carrot top said, "Some people are SO strange!"
by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, New ZealandShe was interrupted by what sounded like dozens of tiny running feet. Sarah gasped as a flock of running carrot plants approached from the road, flowing across the yard toward the garden as the squash plants vacated the dirt in front of her and fled toward the squash patch.
"Thanks for keeping our place, squash!" the carrots shouted as they plunged themselves into the dirt. "We didn't mean to stay out so late!"
The squash shouted back, "No problem. We're going out Friday night, so you can return the favor then."
"It's a deal! Y'all have a good day."
Sarah stood there a moment longer, then walked off to find a tree to bang her head against.
by Phillip Lynne, Knoxville, TN