The Vegetable Nannies (A.L.)

There they are, lying in their Victorian prams. Fresh oogly-booglies, uprooted only this morning: newly born parsnips, crying little carrots. The proud Vegetable Nannies like to show off their offshoots who seem to be teeming. Couldn’t you just eat them? –– well you can’t. But festival goers will be given the opportunity to become friends with the veggies.