I like it when the human male does the grocery shopping because it means A) *I* don’t have to do it, B) The human female doesn’t dither about what’s more nutritious or what’s on sale, and C) we will probably end up with something unusual that wasn’t on the list. Sometimes it’s oddly-flavored potato chips. Other times it’s a new kind of fizzy water. I wonder what he’s brought home today?
Well, that’s different.
The bag says, “Part cherry, part plum.” The human female says that’s “codswallop,” and that these particular ones are probably not plum-cherry hybrids, just Prunus cerasifera or myrobalan plums, which are naturally small.
And they ARE small! Anything shorter than Sigyn is teeny-tiny!
(nibble, nibble.) They taste like regular plums, just a little tarter and a little bit firmer.
I wonder what the human female is going to do with them?
Sigyn says she knows what to do with them!
“Once upon a time in the middle of the Big Orchard, there lived three plums. Papa Plum …
“Mama Plum …
“And wee, tiny Baby Plum.
“They all lived happily together in the bright sunshine…
“Until Sigyn and Loki came along one day and gobbled them all up!”
Wow. That got dark really quickly.