Monday, February 19, 2007
It was a green room but we were happy just to be in a room. They had fudge on a card table in the room that said Authentic Farmer Fudge so we nibbled on that while we waited for the farmer to arrive. A real farmer arrived that was not wearing the uniform of a farmer but the uniform of one who does farming. There were toothpicks on the floor and the farmer was agitated that they were strewn about. He accused us of making the mess and said that the fudge would be our breakfast. He said our skin would be our coats and that it would get cold soon -- so cold that the fudge would freeze and we would have to suck on the fudge to thaw it out enough to chew into it.