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One bright autumn day, an old farmer was picking crops 

in his garden.   He spotted a fine, ripe onion.   As he 

reached to pull it from the ground, he saw that the onion 

had two eyes and a mouth.   Thinking that he was 

imagining things, he rubbed his eyes and leaned toward 

the onion for a closer look.   Much to his surprise the 

onion said, "Leave me alone."

Terrified the old farmer leaped up 

screaming and ran into town!

When the frightened old man finally 

reached the town, he looked and felt 

horrible.   Out of breath, the farmer called 

the townsfolk, "Help! Help me, please!"

The townsfolk quickly gathered to listen to 

the old farmer.   He retold the events from 

the morning.   When he got to the part 

where the onion spoke to him, the 

townsfolk laughed and called the farmer 

names.

"You are crazy, old man!" said the man 

with the mustache.

"There is no such thing as a talking 

vegetable."

The farmer was not happy about what they 

were saying.   He knew that he wasn't 

crazy.   He continued to argue that the 

onion was alive.

Wanting to return to his work, the pizza 

man stepped forward.

"If your onion is really alive, like you say it 

is, then prove it. Pick the onion and bring it 

back here tomorrow.

Feeling frustrated, the old farmer walked 

slowly home.

As he lay in bed that night, the old farmer 

came up with a plan.

The next morning, he was nervous walking 

to the garden.   He checked to see if anyone 

was watching.   When he was sure that the 

field was empty, he spoke to the onion.

"Hmm, Hmm...Mr. Onion?" said the old 

farmer, clearing his throat.

"Are you there?"

The onion replied, "Of course, I'm 

here. You're looking at me, aren't 

you?"

"Right," said the old farmer, shocked 

that he was talking to a vegetable.

"I need you to come to town with me 

to prove that you are alive. The 

townsfolk think I'm crazy."

"Of course you're crazy!" laughed the 

onion.

Starting to feel angry, the farmer 

insisted that the onion help him.

"Why should I help you?" asked the 

onion.

"I don't want to leave the garden."

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