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Children, Don't Trust Just Any Garden (Louis Toliver Jr)

“Is this good to eat?”
The children stumbled into the garden
They had never seen such a variety of vegetables and fruits
Tomatoes, strawberries, carrots, apples, peaches, cucumbers
“Is this good to eat?”
Mark asked again holding some peapods in his hand
“Mother would love them!” Rebecca cheered
But Gary did not think it was good to be in the garden
“Put that down,” Gary demanded
Gary did not think these things grew together
They should not grow together
“It’s not good to eat! It’s a trick!” Gary screamed
But it was too late his brother and sister fell under a spell
“Yum. Delicious!” Mark chewed into the rind of an orange
“Yum. Delicious!” Rebecca ate a kiwi then nibbled on a piece of lettuce
Gary wept as he ran home quickly
Gary wept when he told his mother that her children were dead
They were poisoned by the thought that they could have it all


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