Plum happy
Bob had worked on the farm for ages. Every year at this time, they’d bring in the harvest…walnuts, apples and plums. Today was his rotation to harvest plums. He was a little groggy as the day began. It had been kind of a late night last night with the guys in town. Vague memories of too many beers and some strange new wine that some gal brought in for sampling. It seemed a bit fruity, but, what the hell, he was always up for a free drink. But since he drank that sweet-tasting concoction, he doesn’t remember much of anything else.