Edgar, a Brussels sprout, argued with his friend, a carrot named Brandywine."I will be served with cheese sauce, a triumphant taste treat."
"I will be candied," Brandywine retorted, "a delicate delight."
"Pooh on both of you," a potatoe named Madeline snorted. "I can be baked, broiled, fried, roasted, stuffed. I can be made into salad, soup, chips. Who's who around here now?"
Edgar and Brandywine had nothing to say, but Madeline kept on talking.
Until the rumbling tones of Horace the oak tree stopped her. "I can't be used for anything except shade and climbing. But I'll be here long after the rest of you are picked, dug, uprooted, eaten and forgotten.
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