Corn And Celery

Young Celery said to the Corn 'you were so small when you were born, why is it that you grew so big and on your ears you wear a wig? ' And Corn looked down on Celery and said 'you little misery, a Celery can never thrive as long as Cornplants are alive. You see, our blood is royal blue which obviously is not true of any of you little stalks you are just fit to line the walks of senior citizens with dog who stumble over you in fog there are some people who will eat your roughhouse greens along with meat. But we, who live in lofty heights can reach up to the flying kites we gently sway from side to side and snooze inside our tough green hide.' Just then a sudden gust of wind came through and while the Cornear grinned it lost its footing at the top and had no choice then but to drop. It fell down near the Celery, had lost some kernels, bruised one knee and overall felt pretty sore... when from the woods a big brown boar came by and picked right from the ground the Cornear that he just had found. The Celery was shaking wildly the boar now did regard her mildly but judged that such a tasteless thing was not designed by God to bring much sustenance for big strong beasts he did prefer Fungi and Yeasts. So off he went, all heard him grunt but let me tell you, to be blunt it often does not seem to matter how high you are when you grow fatter because when circumstances like and small disasters come and strike a Boar may come and chew you out that's what this life is all about.