A little tree, three feet high was replanted in my backyard many years ago.It looked proud and strait up in the sky.It grew bigger and bigger. I could not touch the top any more. Then it strarted to produce chestnuts, year after year. I roasted them, but did not like them. Then one year I polished them and put them on a plate.This year I could not believe it. A bowl full of chestnuts came from that little tree. Now I proudly have them in a bowl on the table.
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