One afternoon Cabbage visited Carrot
and found Carrot wearing something transparent.
“Oh, that looks quite fancy, that looks like fun.
But where are you off to in this cellophane?”
“You really think so?” blushed Carrot. “Well, I’ve…
Well, I’ve been invited tonight by the Knife.
And I’ve been invited—please, don’t get me wrong—
alone. I don’t think I can bring you along.”
“The Knife!” Cabbage shouted, disgusted. “Big deal!
Who cares for that cheap imitation of steel?
I’m going out tonight too without you.
Two Spoons have invited myself for a stew.”
July 1995
