A farmer toiled day in and day out, just to bring enough money to get sugar for his tea. But one day, he came home with kale, and gave it to his son. His son took one bite, and said, "WHAAAAAAAAAAH THIS TASTES AWEFUL!" and through it onto the floor of the dirt hut and strutted away. I know you are probably asking, "what the heck does this have to do with the evil head of cabbage?" The answer; ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! That does have something to do with another guy, but we'll get to him later. Anyway, a farmer was blessed with a cabbage plant. Every time the cabbage head grew, he could harvest it. Every time, it would grow back. When the snow came, it melted all the snow in the three feet around itself. It kept on yielding cabbage. But one day, the farmer went to a funeral. In the funeral, a strange man who had cloth over his face, and gloves on walked up to him and said, "hey, yup, good man... I have some thing to tell you. You are in trouble. I'm smuggling drugs, I just got drunk on a coconut. HEE HEE HEE! HO HO HO! HAR HAR HAR! LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH.................." then the strange man fell to the ground and fainted. So the farmer called the cops and went home. The next sunset, he heard a strange voice calling him to get up from his house and walk out into the fields. The countryside was illuminated, and the sunset was beautiful. Still, the fields were always creepy in that area. He got up and wandered in the fields for hours, until he got a chilling feeling, and returned home. That whole night, he was urged to get up and go to the fields. The next day, the urge was gone. But the next sunset, the urge was back greater than ever. Every sunrise, the urge was gone, and every sunset, the urge was back greater than the last sunset. And every night, he wandered for longer and longer. He always suppressed the growing chill for longer and longer before it finally overtook him, and he returned home. One sunset, he had wandered three miles from his house, when he turned to say a monster made out of his cabbage plant charging towards him. Suddenly he knew he was cut off. So he ran back to his house. He ran all of the three miles. He opened his door just in time to slip in, but the monster kept attacking. It just broke down the door, and came strait for him, as he was cornered in his house. He jumped for the phone, and called the SWAT team. He vaulted out of the window. Then, the SWAT team showed up and flash banged the monster. It retreated, but legend has it that it has haunted the field since that day, and falls upon weary travelers.

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