"What's up? " I asked.
"Look how big this is now," he said pointing to the mystery vegetable.
"I thought you liked big vegetables," I said.
"This is too big - I could get squashed by this thing!"
"That's funny," I said.
"It's not funny," he shouted. " I'm serious!" Enraged, he tried to stamp his plastic foot, which didn't work because his plastic legs don't bend.
"I thought you were making a joke, you know, squashed by a squash . . ."
Apparently Farmer Small was not joking. I left him muttering about his thoughts and fears and went inside to write. Next time I can't find Farmer Small I will, however, check under the mystery vegetable . . . just in case.