"I see you like carrots," the man donning a navy-blue-collared shirt tells the curious kid sitting next to him. "Me too!"
"I see you like carrots," the man donning a navy-blue-collared shirt tells the curious kid sitting next to him. "Me too!"
"Carrot muffins, carrot cake, carrots all buttered up in dilly," he says, as the mischievous adolescent glances back obliquely, with children's books in the backdrop and a hoard of other vegetables on a table at the foreground. "What about you?"
"See this green stuff," the boy responds, holding the root's frond with a chuckle. "I don't eat that part."