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Show It was late afternoon when we finally got the NEWS off the press at St. George last week. As I hadn't had any breakfast or lunch, I thought I'd stop by a local eatery and have a snack. You might know they had a special on .their fresh strawberry pie. I debated, and thought that if I only had the pie, the calories wouldn't add up to more than my allotment. So, I indulged. I must confess I am a Strawberry addict. If I had been in the Garden of Eden ' things would have been different dif-ferent I know. I'd never have been tempted by a dumpy red apple. Not me. We'd be there yet, with Adam saying, 'Come on, Carol, we've already been here 50 billion eons. There's got to be more to it than this. I'm getting tired of tickling the Sabre toothed Tiger under the chin, and the Koala Bear I snuggle with at night is getting worn out. Let's get on with it. . . Take a bite of that apple.' But if the forbidden fruit had been a strawberry, all Old Satan needed to do was slither along near my foot SSSee thissss sssweet, sssucculent, ssssavory, ccccylindrical, crimsssson beauty' he'd hiss 'Rossssy, dripping with goodnessssss. 'And, sssee, in the heart of each fruit a drop of heavenly sssun-sssshine. sssun-sssshine. . . .' That would have been it. I'd have pounced on that strawberry and smiled as the crimsssson. . oh, sor-ry,. sor-ry,. . crimson delight dripped drip-ped delicately off my chin. And, would I have gone to Adam saying, 'Look, love, we're in this together. Here, have a bite?' Just let old Adam try to lay a hand on those red, ripe berries. 'No way,' I'd snarl throwing my body between Adam and the berry patch. . .'And, good grief, Adam, next time you come around at least grab a fig leaf or something, will you please? Really'. . . But back to my story. As I was munching away, the lady across the aisle kept looking at me and smiling. I finally smiled back, thinking think-ing that she should buy her own pie if she was enjoying mine that much. "Do you mind If I ask you something? she asked in a loud voice. 'Go ahead,' I said, trying not to notice that everyone on our side of the room had turned and were waiting to hear the forthcoming question. 'I can't help notice what a beautiful color you hair is. What shade is it?' Momentarily at a loss for words, I finally stammered, 't guess you'd call it strawberry straw-berry blonde, " with silver frost." 'Really!' she sounded enthusiastic. en-thusiastic. . .'Who makes it? I'd like to try that shade myself.' 'I don't really know. I came into the world with it, and I guess I'm stuck.' A few more words and we were both backto munching munch-ing Strawberry blonde, and already al-ready with some silver. . . Yuck! Why couldn't I have come into the world with something spectacular? I can see it all now. . . When my departure date for earth life was nearing, I gave my order to the Angel in Charge. I'd like something B.L.T. Beautiful, Lean and Terrific. Nice big, dark eyes rimmed with thick dark.dark lashes. . . Nicely stacked above, with a teeny, waist and nice full hips with long, long legs. And then top the whole thing off with a long mass of dark, wavy hair. . . 'OK,' he interrupted. . . 'Here's a BUT, try it on for size. . . Next!' BLT? This thing is Bulgy, Lumpy and Tubby! And, Look the eyes are GREEN! 'Grass is green, it's a nice color. . .' he sniffed. 'But where are the dark beauties I ordered? And those legs . . . Yuck! 'They reach the ground -don't they?' he retorted re-torted sharply. 'Move it!' I gave a loud moan as I saw the quote 'Crowning Glory'. . . What do you mean sticking me with this stuff. . . Where's the dark, flowing tresses? 'Take it or leave it Lady,' 'Well, good grief, if it has to be red why can't you at least make it Flaming Western Sunset. . .or Blinding Blind-ing Apache Gold?' But the ,door slammed, and here lam with my straw -I berry blonde tresses, freckles, freck-les, sunburned nose, and all I that goes with it. It makes me easy to talk to "Hey, I Red,' always gets my attention. atten-tion. . . Maybe in another ' 30 years I'll overcome that darned blush. . . Anyway, now that I'm here ! and stuck with this stuff, I don't think I'd change it I for the world! |