Friday, 24 June 2011


He picks blackcurrants straight from the bushes, wrinkling his nose in distaste even as he goes back for more, he picks tiny bullet-hard plums from the grass and crunches them between his teeth and when the unripe apples refuse to be plucked from their stems on the bending branches of the apple tree? Well, he just munches them right off the tree.

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