It is still cherry season. The human male did the grocery marketing and came home with a bag of the biggest, blackest cherries I have ever seen.
How big are they?
They’re a little less than one Benno in height, about two Bennos around, and about three Bennos in weight.
He’s terrified of them.
Run, Benno, run!
There are a lot of twin cherries in the double handful the human female brought for lunch.
Idunn’s Pomes and Ponytails! It’s a triple cherry! I have never seen the like!
How does one pull a triple cherry? I guess we need someone else to participate. No, Fisi, I’m not letting you do it. I don’t want hyena spit on my fruit!
Let’s go see if we can find someone else to play with us…
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