Thirteen years ago, Mary Grams did something many of us fear: she lost her diamond engagement ring. One minute she was pulling weeds in her garden like a domestic ninja, the next—poof—it was gone. Vanished. Likely swallowed by the earth itself. After hours of digging, crawling, and questioning her sanity, she gave up the search, heartbroken and ringless. Her finger felt naked. Her husband said, “It’s okay, honey,” but you could tell he was secretly hoping she didn’t expect him to buy another.
Fast forward to last week.
Mary’s daughter-in-law was out in the same garden, harvesting carrots for dinner when she noticed something… peculiar. One of the carrots seemed oddly fancy. It was wearing a ring. Yes, a carrot had somehow grown through the center of Mary’s long-lost engagement ring, squeezing it like a vegetable corset. It looked like it had accepted a proposal from the dirt itself.
She sprinted inside, carrot in hand like some kind of root-vegetable treasure hunter. “Mary!” she shouted. “Did your engagement ring look like this?”
Mary blinked. “It can’t be.”……
Mary’s daughter-in-law was out in the same garden, harvesting carrots for dinner when she noticed something… peculiar. One of the carrots seemed oddly fancy. It was wearing a ring. Yes, a carrot had somehow grown through the center of Mary’s long-lost engagement ring, squeezing it like a vegetable corset. It looked like it had accepted a proposal from the dirt itself.
She sprinted inside, carrot in hand like some kind of root-vegetable treasure hunter. “Mary!” she shouted. “Did your engagement ring look like this?”
Mary blinked. “It can’t be.”
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