"Ooo, you're all just cute as dumplings!" Corny cooed. "Why, the sugar in my kernals is just a crystallizin' thinking about your sweet little rooty selves and how well we'll all look together in that painting."
She rustled her leaves and peered down at the pepper. "Why if it isn't sweet Phoebe Pepper! You look better every day. I say, though, what's this sign that's been tacked up, the one sayin' Big Vegetable Harvesting Party Tomorrow?"
And so it came to pass that the Great Day of Harvest dawned with the red of tomato juice. A great Deere arose, the first fruits of the shed, and the rumbling of his engine was as the anger of great sea waves.
Poisonous was the breath of the great beast, and sharp the swords that lay low upon the ground all things without regard to race or ripeness.
And it came to pass that when all the vegetables appeared before She of the Judgment, those which were ripe and upon whom appeared no blemish were selected for the salad which was placed upon the altar, anointed with oil, and sprinkled with Mrs. Dash for that dash of robust flavour.
Those which did not make the judgment were cast away and descended into the garbage disposal from whence none have ever returned. And they were flushed down into the darkness.
In other words, Spanish Inquisition, pooh pooh on you!