BULLSEYE BILL
01-16-2009, 11:19 AM
Summer answered the phone. It was Derek. It seems that he was having a problem with his snow peas.
"What's the matter with them, Derek?", Summer asked.
"Well", replied Derek, "the plants seem to have grown nicely, but there's hardly any pea pods on them."
Summer stopped by later that day to take a look. Sure enough, great looking plants, but hardly any pods. "I don't know what to say. Maybe some weird genetic thing."
Derek pondered that. "Well, maybe it would be better to tear them out. There's still enough left in the season to plant something else."
The next morning, Derek's neighbour RiverRat stopped by. "Hey, Derek, what happened to them snow peas."
"They weren't producing so I tore them out." Derek told him.
"Nonsense. Every afternoon on my way home from work I'd stop and nibble. There were always lots of pods." :eek:
"What's the matter with them, Derek?", Summer asked.
"Well", replied Derek, "the plants seem to have grown nicely, but there's hardly any pea pods on them."
Summer stopped by later that day to take a look. Sure enough, great looking plants, but hardly any pods. "I don't know what to say. Maybe some weird genetic thing."
Derek pondered that. "Well, maybe it would be better to tear them out. There's still enough left in the season to plant something else."
The next morning, Derek's neighbour RiverRat stopped by. "Hey, Derek, what happened to them snow peas."
"They weren't producing so I tore them out." Derek told him.
"Nonsense. Every afternoon on my way home from work I'd stop and nibble. There were always lots of pods." :eek: