Harvesting plums is a lot of work, so today we bought some children.
The price was reasonable, and included a free dog. We made them work all day, and gave them nothing at all to eat.
(Unless you count the french toast breakfast we cooked for the whole crew.)
The first part of the day was spent harvesting plums.
> Oh no, not the plum mines!
Quiet you. Back to work.
Once they had collected enough, the harvest had to be hauled 18 miles from the yard to the kitchen, up a steep, winding, treacherous path. We lost a few of them here.
Without any regard for safety, we handed them all knives and made them cut up all 50 million plums, to get them ready to go in the pot.
It’s endless toil, and no talking or laughing allowed at all.
The kids all wanted to pour the boiling jam into the jars, so we didn’t let them.
My muse made one of her plum tarts, but we didn’t guard it well enough. The little urchins overpowered her and got into it.
We’ll do this again next week, though we may have to shop for some fresh kids. These ones are all tired now.
Random assertion: You can invite friends over to work all day, if you call it a party. This trick may not work the second time.
Steganographic data: 1838/2.1