Gran's Garden

“Gran. Do you know you have a rabbit in your garden,” asked Sid

“Yes, Sid. I know. He has his own patch.” Gran smiled at the puzzled look on her grandson's face. “He doesn't touch my vegetables.”

They made their way around the garden plots. Sid began to think his gran had lost her mind.

“Gran. Who put the name signs near the plants. The signs are not in the right places. You have the cabbage sign at the spinach garden. Tomatoes where there should be sprouts.”

“I know, Sid. There is a good reason for my strange system.”

“But. Why. Gran. That doesn't make sense. Are you trying to confuse us into eating more vegetables?”

“No. Sid. Would you like a radish to eat?” Gran stood where the garden was full of large, juicy carrots.”

“But. They're not...”

“Shh. Rabbits have big ears. They have them for listening.”

“But. Rabbits can't speak English. They can't read.” Sid sighed. He couldn't believe what he was saying. Before long. He'd be joining his gran in Silly Land.

“Shh. You don't want to insult, Charlie,” Gran whispered. “Charlie is a special kind of rabbit. He can read. But. He has no sense of smell. Or taste. He loves his new brand of carrots.”

“But. Gran. Charlie isn't eating...”

“Yes. I know. Sid. But Charlie loves his new carrots. While he isn't eating my vegetables. I don't have to worry about him being here. We live in harmony. I supply him with food. Charlie leaves my vegetables alone.” Gran held out a freshly pulled carrot. “Go wash this under the tap. I'm sure you'll like my radishes.” Sid walked away shaking his head to wash the dirt from his carrot.