Pecans Can Taste Good

Mama and Grandaddy were sorting pecans and Little Guy wanted to help. It looked easy enough. He watched then go through each bucket, get all the trash out, pick out the bad pecans and save all the good pecans. He could do that.

Mama sat on a short stool and began picking out leaves and other such things. It was just Little Guy's height so he hurried over to help. Some of that stuff looked really bad. Little Guy didn't want to touch it. He decided maybe he'd wait and help sort the bad pecans from the good pecans.

Mama showed him a bad pecan. It was kind of narrow at the end and she easily pushed it in. Little Guy smelled. Yuck! He sure wouldn't want to eat that. Into the trash pile it went.

Grandaddy was perched on a high stool. Little Guy couldn't reach that high. Sunshine could but she was taking a nap. Grandaddy weighed the pecans with his hands. Little Guy was impressed. The puppy doctor always made Little Guy get on a scale and stand really, really still. Then the doctor would tell Mama how much Little Guy weighed. Grandaddy much be pretty smart. He didn't need a scale at all.

Mama showed Little Guy a light pecan and then a heavier one.

"See how light it is, Little Guy," she said. "Then look at this one. It's much heavier."

Mama cracked the light pecan. It was all moldy inside. Little Guy took a step back. He didn't want any part of that pecan.

"Doesn't look like it would taste good, does it," Mama said.

Little Guy agreed.

Then Mama cracked the heavier pecan. That looked really good. Mama handed him half and he quickly ate it. He glanced around. Not quick enough. Sunshine was already there to get the other half.

"I didn't think you liked pecans, Little Guy," Mama said with a smile as she handed him another one to eat.

"They taste good today," he said.

"Yeah, it's amazing how good something tastes when your sister loves to eat it." Mama laughed. "It's a good thing we've got plenty of pecans for both of you."

Little Guy nodded happily. Sorting pecans made him really hungry.

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