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One year when I was five I told my parents," I don't want to eat my broccoli." As you probably guessed my parents said back," Young man you need to eat your broccoli." After that, they made me go to my room. I was mad. But when I got over it, I thought about why they wanted me to eat the broccoli. My first idea was they wanted to protect me. Maybe they thought I would bury it in the garden and it would grow into a huge broccoli that would grow into a huge broccoli that would haunt our house. Maybe they thought it would eat our dog and our cat.And maybe after that they thought it would eat them. And after that maybe they thought it would destroy our house and eat me! Or maybe they thought I would throw it away. And maybe the broccoli would call the broccoli Government. And the broccoli Government would call the broccoli Army. Then the Broccoli Army would attack our family! Then they would save our broccoli friends and leave us in a mess. Or maybe my parents just wanted to take care of me and keep me healthy.

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