Cabbage Baby

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself before opening the door, pained but polite smile in place.
>No one

Well.  That’s more than a little spooky.
>Look down

Oh?  What’s this?
>Examine thing

It looks like a basket of… cabbage???
>Shut door


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15 Responses to Cabbage Baby

  1. Cabbage. Well that was Unexpected!

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  2. I wonder if the cabbage ages backwards!! Creative take of the ultimate question! TiV

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  3. Stacie says:

    Well, I didn’t see that one coming!

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  4. c2avilez says:

    At least it wasn’t zucchini.

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  5. Cheney says:

    I once found a crate full of pickles on the side of the road. There were like 12 jars of pickles, all intact just sitting there on the side of the country road. So, cabbage at the door isn’t THAT surprising 😉 This was cute. Very original.

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  6. rarasaur says:

    People. Always leaving cabbage babies on doorsteps, sheesh. 😉 Kudos for an original take!

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  7. theinnerzone says:

    I agree with Tina. Very original!

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  8. That is just weird. Cabbage?

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  9. Tina says:

    Lol. I like cabbage, and I like this!

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