Cherries and elephants

Local farmer, John Smith, knew it's time to pick cherries. Early in the morning he filled his flat bad truck with baskets and crates and drove to his cherry orchard, where he had sixteen cherry tries. Cherries were the size of golf balls, dark red, crunchy and juicy inside. In ten minutes he filled fifty bushel baskets. He had to make ten rounds to bring all cherries to the barn, where his wife was sitting on the low stool sorting cherries: to the market, for canning, for jellies, and the best for herself, because she liked canning them also. In the middle of the orchard the farmer discovered three elephants hiding in the tree tops. He picked them up and brought them home to his wife. By the end of the day they put all the baskets on the scale and found out they picked one hundred tons. "John, I found three elephants among the cherries." "I know, they were hiding in the trees so well, I didn't see them among the branches." "What are we going to do with gray elephants?" "We will take them tomorrow morning to the market." And they did. By the afternoon all cherries were sold out, but nobody wanted to buy three pink eyed elephants, so they returned them back to the orchard. The factory canned all cherries and whole county made cherry pies for all year around. Behind the factory was a mountain of cherry pits. In the winter time all family, including both grandparents, one great, great grandmother, about thirty grandchildren, and several aunts and uncles, were busy making cherry pits necklaces, bracelets, dangling earrings, cherry beads, and other popular articles sold at Boscov's stores. Cherry pits made great stuffing for mattresses, car seats, neck supports and socks and delivered for health savvy customers in the health stores. Heated cherries could do amazing things. The story is based on Czech joke: Did you see pink eyed elephant on the cherry tree? No. See, how they hide well. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 10/10/2010 POW! GROW