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Agnes the goat had a green thumb, a soft heart, and a huge appetite. She loved to garden, but she was so good at it that her plants grew enormously, and instantly.

Agnes lived in a small, fenced-in yard right next to Mrs. Wigglet’s prize-winning vegetable patch. Mrs. Wigglet kept her fence tall, because she knew Agnes had a plant problem.

One morning, Agnes decided to plant a single carrot seed. She dug a hole, dropped the seed in, gave it a nice pat, and then gave it a single, gentle, supportive "Maaah!"

WHOOMPF!

The carrot didn't just grow; it erupted. A single, massive, bright orange carrot, the size of a small car, burst out of the ground, completely filling Agnes's tiny yard and gently pushing her shed a foot to the left. The carrot leaves tickled her ears.

"Oh dear," Agnes bleated. "A slight overachieve."

Mrs. Wigglet came running. "Agnes! What have you done? My prize-winning turnip!"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Wigglet! I've only grown a carrot! It's perfectly contained in my yard!"

But the carrot was so big, it was causing a problem. It was blocking the sun for all of Mrs. Wigglet's plants, and the weight of the massive root was shaking the very foundations of her shed.

Agnes tried to pull it out, but it didn't budge. She nudged it with her horn. It didn't budge.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck Agnes. "I can’t pull it," she said. "But I can eat it!"

Agnes took a deep breath and began to munch. She munched and munched and munched. She munched for an hour, then two. She munched her way through the top half, then the middle. Carrot shavings flew everywhere.

By the time she was done, all that was left was a small, car-sized hole in the ground and a very, very satisfied goat with an impressive orange beard.

Mrs. Wigglet stood by the fence, speechless. "You... you ate the whole thing," she whispered.

"It was delicious!" Agnes declared, wiping her mouth. "And now your turnip has its sun back! A perfect problem-solving snack!"

Mrs. Wigglet shook her head, but she couldn't help but smile. "Well, Agnes. I suppose that's one way to deal with a supersized vegetable." She then had a thought. "Do you think you could plant a few potatoes next week? We are running low."

Agnes's eyes lit up. "With pleasure!" she said, already reaching for her gardening trowel.