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RIPE ENOUGH
Daddy Bill and Momma Marge had a strawberry patch. One July day as Mom and Dad were getting ready to take us all to Ivan’s Cabin for a weekend at Flathead Lake, Daddy Bill sent Margie Lynn and me out to the strawberry patch to pick some berries for shortcake.
“Pick only the ripe berries, Margie Lynn,” he said. “If they’re not red and juicy, leave them on the vine to ripen.”
“OK, Grandpa,” she said, and off we went to the berry patch.
We searched and searched, but nary a ripe strawberry could we find. We went back empty handed.
Mom and Dad finished packing the car, and soon we were ready to head for the lake.
“Catch me a fish, Margie Lynn,” said Daddy Bill.
“I’ll try, Grandpa,” she said, “but I just don’t think we can find one ripe enough!”
There was a tremendous round of laughter among the adults, but Marge Lynn and I were mystified. If Daddy Bill wanted ripe strawberries, wouldn’t he want ripe fish too? |
