On a sunny May afternoon, Squirrel scurried onto the cottage porch, hopped onto the table to collect the mail, and slid to a surprised stop. There were several something-elses — definitely not mail — sitting on top of the small stack of envelopes and postcards. Squirrel thought they looked vegetable-y, but unlike any vegetables he had seen before. “How strange,” he said to no one in particular. The Gardener must have dropped them when he was sorting through the mail.
Squirrel poked at the mysterious stalks. He sniffed them. He wracked his brain for memories of pictures or descriptions. And then he gave a little shout as he remembered a photo in one of Raccoon’s cookbooks.
Imagining deliciousness to come, he stuffed the mail — and the asparagus — into his backpack and scampered off to to the garden with his prize.