Greta loves food. The first question out of her mouth when she walks through our door is usually, "Grandma, can I have a snack?" She knows, of course, that Grandma and Aunt Janie are willing to take pity on her starving condition and feed her on crackers and apples and, the greatest delight of all, chocolate. Yes, Greta loves her food, but she idolizes her chocolate.
One day, Greta is looking out of the window at the rain. She turns to me and says, "It's raining, and it's pouring. The pour gets stuck to the rain and falls down with it, and then we mix it up
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