Vegetable Puns Novels & Stories

Although I have never been pregnant before, I know that many people vomit or even stay in bed when they are pregnant. Luckily, except for feeling sick, I have never vomited. But looking at the steak on my plate, I feel sick immediately, so I pick it out. "Mrs. Barnett, is this steak badly cooked?" Amy looks at me nervously. I shake my head. "I want to eat some vegetables recently." Amy answers, "OK. I will make you vegetables Tonight."

I shrug. "Do you eat all kinds of vegetables?" "Kind of. I eat the vegetables I have known about. I don't know about unknown vegetables." "Even green ones?" He puts pressure on the 'green.' "Yup." "That is... really nice." He says, thoughtfully shaking his head. "You don't eat green vegetables?" I ask him back.

But she thinks it's fun to beat me so who am I to take away her fun? She shrugs. "My friend Taylor told me last year. In second grade." She emphasizes the "second" like that's so passé. Even though it was only last year. "Can I try again?" I ask. She huffs. "I guess." "Okay, I've got a good one." He little eyebrow quirks up like she'll believe it when she hears it. "Why was the tomato blushing?" "That's a vegetable joke," she argues putting her hands on her little hips.

How can you be healthy if you only eat meat? Am I going to be his mother now? Hmm, it looks like I need to teach him things he doesn’t know and he hasn’t tasted yet. “Don’t you eat vegetables?” I asked. “Do you think I eat something like that? He asked back and even raised an eyebrow at me. “And I don’t want to eat that now. You might put poison on it!” I almost dropped my jaw because of what he said. Poison? Why would I put poison there? And then where do I get poison? Is it free or do I still need to buy it? I don’t even have money to buy a band aid and now he’s talking about poisons!

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

Most of the time, it was just for her own amusement, and Leif didn’t always play along. But this time, after chewing his food, Leif said, “Alright.” Raina: “…” She was caught off guard. After a moment, she awkwardly tried to keep the conversation going: “…Haha, I think the vegetable patch in the yard could grow some more stuff… How about chili peppers? Then we won’t have to buy spicy food anymore!” Leif’s eyes lit up briefly. “Okay.” Raina rested her chin on her hand, pretending to be thoughtful, then added with a playful smile,

he teases. I spin, steak knife in hand. “Don’t get any ideas. This is the only vegetable you’ll trick me into trying.” “Easy now,” Jackson calms. “Let’s put down the weapon and discuss this.” “There’s nothing to discuss. I eat lettuce, carrots, green beans, corn, pickles, and potatoes. Those are my only vegetables. So, don’t.” I swing the steak knife in his direction. “Don’t try to force any other veggies on me.” I swing the knife in a Zorro-like Z-pattern then drop it into the sink.

Hazelnut? "Hazelnut isn't a vegetable you fool. Well, not that. You're so dumb" " Don't call me that" " I'll inject some substance in his body and that will paralyze him and he won't be able to speak nor move" " That's it? Goodness. For murdering someone, you have him some little punishment. Even the law would have given a better punishment. I thought Mafias are heartless and cruel? Why are you being so kind to him? Ah! I get it"

he asked while his gaze fixed on his plate which was now heaped with vegetables. Kannah looked at her mother in disbelief before returning her gaze to him. “Seriously, Randall?” “Why? “The only vegetables I’m familiar with are tomatoes and pumpkins.” Meredith is amused by what he said. Randall frowned. “Why are you laughing? Did I say something funny?” “Nothing! I was simply astounded by the word you used.” “Which word?” he asked. “The word Pumpkin.” “What about the pumpkin?” Meredith forked a slice of pumpkin to show the vegetable to him. “Rich people like you called this pumpkin, but ordinary people like us, we called this squash.”

He looked up and said, "Oh, there won’t be a next time because you are now turning into a vegetable." Shit!