The Power Of The Peach Kernel
/A Surprise Sunday Afternoon Get Together Turns Into A Legendary Discussion About The Power Of The Peach Kernel
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Powerfully, a gust a wind breezed through the area, creating havoc, travelling unnoticed, since Paulie was deeply concentrated on devouring a peach, enjoying a Sunday afternoon economically transacting downtown.
Emerging from nowhere, both Becky Sue and Princess Lida retail bags in hand, were unamused when a ghastly forceful gail, unleashed springtime air, “I do not control the weather,” Becky Sue the local vagabond, defended her grounded earth attitude, while combatting the cobblestone walking surface.
Staying silent the royal daughter spotted Paulie, “Prince Paulie,” Princess Lida exclaimed as a gust a wind issued another statement, “what are you doing? Puttering around?”
“I am peach dining on our cobbler street. Such a nice activity, during the rest day.”
Grabbing one fuzzy fruit, Princess Lida quickly stuck her teeth into the sweet nectarine, “they say if you eat the kernel in the middle a person will go insane.”
“That’s not true,” Becky Sue carefully followed making sure taking from Paulie’s inventory was all right, “they taste like almonds.”
“Well, Becky Sue,” Princess Lida retorted, “it is a general majesty theory if you ingest the kernel, one goes on a power play, and that action may drive a person mad.”
Disposing of his recent healthy tease, Paulie wiped his mouth, “look you two there is a fairway to settle this,” the diplomatic friend proclaimed, “sit down.”
As the two pulled up a seat, Paulie arms folded lectured, “if you consume a kernel, you are not going off the deep end.”
“Thank you,” Becky Sue appreciated the support towards her juicy fetish.
“Prince Paulie, I said it was a monarch theory,”
“Lida, excuse me, Princess Lida, royal theories in general drive us nuts,” Becky Sue added.
“Power is like electricity,” Paulie continued, “you have to harness it, use it to your advantage.”
“Yeah, Princess Lida, it's like rubbing two sticks together and next thing you know, the forest is burned toast,” Becky Sue mentioned.
“No, kernels?”
“Real kernels, Princess Lida,” Paulie calmly phrased, “allow themselves to get buttered up before they pop.”
“Pop?”
“Like the weasel, Princess Lida,” Becky Sue laughed.
“But what about inside a peach?”
Flipping an idle pit, Becky Sue grinned, confidently swallowing, "that my dear is the power of kernel snacking.”
“Aren’t you scared it will seek revenge and drive you nuts?” Princess Lida acted concern.
“I am a gypsy, Princess Lida, I have a potion for everything.” Becky Sue’s preparation took away any convincing fearful ideas, claimed by the upper crust privileged companion, leaving the commoner comfortably seated on top, a conversation winner.
By Marc OBrien
From: United States
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