The chickens have been hiding their eggs lately, but we have plenty of pears, both Asians and Seckels, desert pears, and pie or salad pears. Asian Pears (ours are Japanese) are round.
Why are European pears shaped like chickens, while Asian pears are shaped like apples? Why did the chicken cross the road? Yes, we have no bananas, but we have a banana tree, which you will see at the top of the sand pile when you pull in to sample our pears, which you can do for free.
Dog's Plot Forward
By William Bonaparte Warren
Before Man-God, back before dinosaurs and chickens, even before dirt and fungi, long before the uncontrolled proliferation of words, and before Man turned the Word of Dog around, there was one Word and the Word was Dog. It was a one Dog World. For many Dog Years, Dog ruled this whole Earth ball all alone. Dog was so big that Dog contained all of life except the Fungi, and he ate them.
Dog was so big that he could run all away around Earth in an afternoon and, arriving at the place he started, would eat some mushrooms and lay down exhausted, though Dog’s mind ran on in darkness. Each morning Dog stretched, shook off sleep, then looked around and saw that all was good; but Dog wanted more.
Maybe Dog wanted family. He had no way of knowing, because he had no word for family, and because there had never been a dog family, to say nothing about the Cat Family, or the Family of Man, or yours, or mine. Everyday, Dog produced piles, and cairns, and unique figurines consisting of his own good poop, which in those times was more like bread dough than like the degraded poop of today, which is put into plastic bags and sent away to be buried with radioactive waste and disposable diapers in somebody else’s back yard. Sometimes one of Dog’s dough piles might seem to resemble a turtle, a bear, or a star-nosed mole, but they were all unrecognized and accidental, because Dog had no ideas, or models, and also because Dog had no hands for detailed molding.
Occasionally Dog’s works seemed to him to be strange and threatening beings in themselves and he barked at them, but they only slumped and fell over. But Dog had an infinity of time, and in a world of infinite accidents, every thing eventually happens into being. One day during the Early Dog period, Dog faintly recognized something like his own reflection in one of the polymorphus poopings, so Dog nosed it about a bit to make it more closely resemble Dog’s self.
Great though Dog was, Dog was only a dog and without hands, so the poop Dog prodded into more finished shape still only had two legs that were long enough to touch the ground, and the front feet waved vainly in the air. It was not all that good, and clearly not what Dog was meant to do, so Dog turned to digging holes. Maybe Dog was looking that way for Dog’s self or the Dog family, but Dog didn’t find it, and about the only result of all this digging was the holes which have become the Finger Lakes, The Great Lakes, The Ural Sea, Lakes Titicaca, Tanganyika, and other large bodies of water.