The kids said: “Dad what is that peeking out of the ground beside that bush of trees? Some kind of tree stump?”
Even from far away it looked like a carrot. When we stood beside this thing we felt its skin: exactly like that of a carrot!
“This,” I said, pointing to the green stump, “is exactly what’s left after you pull the leaves off a carrot and begin eating it, and that hedge right next to it is not a cluster of trees but a bush of carrot leaves!”
We got a firm grip on the carrot and pulled with heart and soul but the carrot wouldn’t budge. And then Judy lost her hold and fell into the bush. If you look closely you can see where she broke off some of the tips of the bush and bent one of the stems right over (Look just above the carrot.)
Just then a farmer came around with team of horses. He was friendly and said: “Yep. This here garden gave us a real good crop of carrots . We got plenty for the winter so I’ll pull this one out for you seeing as you’re visiting. I’ll put a chain around the top and pull’er out with horses.” (You can see the sliver of the chain shinning.)
They pulled mighty hard, so hard in fact that the chain threatened to break and the farmer left for home to get a stronger one, as well as to eat supper and feed the horses. Meanwhile we made room for the carrot in our 1977 Ford.
