“Grandpa, why are some trees green and some are red?”, the heart-faced boy asked. He brushed a curious katydid off the sleeve of his jean jacket and smiled. He was still relatively new to seasons, but Fall was unquestionably his preference.
Neville Embry, whose prowess for selling vacuum cleaners door-to-door in the late 70s was still legendary decades after he retired, thought for a moment and said, “Well, I suppose even trees have a favorite color, don’t they? Maybe the one on the left wakes up every morning and picks green.”
His grandson shot him a look that somehow managed to seem both dubious and eager “Is that true?”
“Probably not,” Neville chuckled. “But it’s a nice thought, isn’t it?”
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