Julia has submitted this one:
Which made me feel a little like a latterday Esther Rantzen.
The illustrious Non-Working Monkey and her veterinary pathologist have come up with "Timid Mute", a shy, lentil-eyed Jean Claude Van Damme of a tuber.
Presumably by now you will not be surprised to learn that Mr WithaY has not quite finished with vegetable crafting yet. This entry is entitled "Alien Spaceship".
Lucy with a Y particularly wishes to draw your attention to the alien pilot's clove eyes. I would be happy never to see a clove again, personally but that is a very low probability event, as the CFO's mother has scattered them with gay abandon throughout every cupboard in the house in a futile attempt to discourage the moths. The moths just laugh, shrilly, chew up the cloves and crap out the remains, before turning back to the more important topic of how best to destroy the house. I suppose it would be handy if any of us got toothache. Toothache? Chew an alien eye!
Here's a last one for luck.
Still on a vegetable theme, the Non-Working Monkey has also submitted "Pumpkin Birth".
This piece takes the concept of a virtual village fête to its natural conclusion, since NWM did not make this (though her colleagues did), and it dates from last Halloween. No matter. It is fantastic.
I'll be back later. But, you know, ENTRIES CLOSE TOMORROW. This is your absolutely, totally last chance to win an awe-inspiring 2009 Fête prize. Probably.
Oh, and while I am chivvying, I should say who won that book that I can't quite put my hand on right now. I thought I would give it to Screamish, but it sounds like the last thing she needs is another book. So if Screamish doesn't want it (you have first refusal Screamish!) then I award the glittering suncream stained prize to Anonymous for the review of Sea of Poppies. Reveal yourself, anonymous and claim your prize. Go on, I'm feeling magnanimous, you can BOTH have a prize.