Broccoli

It was early in the morning. The sun was coming in my window. It was so warm on my face.
“Time to open the shades,” I heard myself say out loud.
I pulled back the shades. My eyes just about popped out of my head.
“Is this real?” I asked myself. “Yes, it is real!”

I looked again. I closed my eyes. It was still there. The backyard was full of giant pieces of broccoli. They were as big as my house. They were green with large tops.

The tops looked like they needed a lawn mover.
“Mom!” I yelled. “Please come to my room!”
She came up the stairs. Mom went to the window. She looked at the broccoli. “Wow,”
she said. “Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!”
“There is broccoli everywhere!” I said.
“I know,” she said, “but it is huge. It is scary, and it is growing on top of my garden.”
“Whom are you going to call, Mom?”
“I think I will call Broccoli Busters. What do you think?”
“I think that is a good plan. Can I go back to bed?”

“Not today. We are going to have to find some way of getting rid of this broccoli. You know how dad feels about the yard. It will have to go somewhere else!”