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I was beginning to feel sorry for the Young Girl. I knew she was getting really tired of eating collard this and collard that, at every meal. All this time, I was dining at the neighbor’s farm and eating quite well.
She was listening to that Rabbit and Owl and just doing nothing about changing her garden. But then again, it was her choice and at this point there was nothing
I could do to change things.
But morning after morning of collard flakes, scrambled collards, collard waffles and cup after cup of collard coffee just got to be too much.
I heard her say, “I’m just as smart as anyone else around here and they all have gardens. They were not born knowing how to make gardens. So what if some of the plants die. They won’t all die, that is just foolishness.”
“Sounds like she is talking sense to herself" I said. "Let’s see if now she gets that new garden started.”
With new determination she went back to the garden. She stood by the fence and said loudly, “It doesn’t matter what that old owl or that rabbit says, I’m going to make this garden with cantaloupes, yellow and sweet and juicy.
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