Monday, October 12, 2009
I wasn't so sure they were good for him though, and Mrs. Chomper picked off all the low-hanging fruit so he couldn't eat any more. The next night Benny ran over to the tree and couldn't find any fruit in biting range. So he started crying, Ah-wooo! Ah-wooo! This pained my heart something fierce so I picked one and gave it to him. Mrs. Chomper didn't have to know.
Seeing the new crop of fruit today really reminded me of him. What good is a tree full of persimmons if there is no Benny to bite them?