Enter, Robbin said. "We should pass the gate

Enter, Robbin said. "We should pass the gate by late noon Cora, anybody who's delayed for 2 second to jump will die, so take more than you can." Cora leaned and lined back in color

. Robbin's friend Cora spoke very little. She liked to let people peter out on their own breath. She used to argue with people, but it was pointless. So she let them say whatever

they would about asparagus, but, damnit, if they maligned broccoli, they were in for a world of hurt. She also defended peas to the death, but cared not a whit about parsnips -

The expensive green cooking pot, the celery took their side. The kale was furious, as were the mushrooms. The flax seeds watched helplessly as the stove was turned on. Mrs. Jones

stirred the pot. When Mrs Jones saw what the kale and mushrooms had done, she blanched. You could say she was steamed.

"The kale I can hardly blame!" Mrs. Jones thundered "But you mushrooms should've used your heads! Thought I wouldn't notice you ate the potatos?!" Enraged, she maxed the stove heat

The potato-engorged mushrooms dug trenches & hunkered down among the leeks & garlic against the broiling heat. Mrs. Jones wasn't done yet. She grabbed her bunsen & high proof rum

bottle and poured about a liter of rum into the soup. With a big wooden spoon she stirred the mixture in the big black kettle. Smiling and laughing, as if a witch, she

Blew up and almost died.Then she went to the hospital.