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A Thorny Subject

Our 8-year-old granddaughter Raven,  a city girl, asked to help me cook. “Get some potatoes out of that red basket,” I said. The potatoes were starting to sprout but were still usable. She hurried over to the basket but didn’t come back. I looked that way and saw that she was just standing there. “Raven, are you going to get those potatoes?” I asked.

Looking a bit bewildered, she replied, “Grandma, did you know your potatoes have thorns?”