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Our mom has a vegetable garden, and one day we found that one of the cucumbers had twisted and demented itself as it wrapped the wooden support column. Realizing that the cucumber was as good as dead, Tatum (our sister) plucked it off its vine and whacked Devon on the back with it. The cucumber was broken in two, and that’s when she remarked that the interior looked like an old ladies face, and that that green/yellow skin layer was her hooded cloak. Tatum promptly asked Devon to sketch it, with certain details tacked on.