Higgfarm

Part the first: The Great Sneak
Setting: Fabric Store, Night
"Do they have a lighter aqua?" Asks the mother to the father as they both scan rows and rows of cotton solids for a match. They are deeply enveloped. Now is the time. No, no. Ignore those whimpy mints and gummies. Go for the good one. Yes. The truffle. That big, round, chocolaty, shiny truffle. "Let's go to the other fabric store, " says the father. Quick! Hide the truffle!

Part the Second: Consequence
Setting: The Other Fabric Store, Night
"I need everything on these eleven bolts." Says the mother to the snailish cutting lady at the fabric counter. There is plenty of time for running around the wide aisles of the other fabric store. Until...splurch. Oh, yeah...truffle.

"Daddy, I took some chocolate from the store." Eyes sparkle with welling tears. Child one feels terrible. Child two has tried sucking a melted chocolate mush out of the twisted end of his sneaked truffle and is declaring he wants "more chocwate". Long talk ensues.

Part the Third: Restitution
Setting: First Fabric Store, Morning
Morning breaks and culprits are lead to the fabric store, jar full of hard earned coins in hand. They count: two biggest silver ones, three little brownish ones. It has been decided in Family Council that working in the store will be a good way to make ammends. The apologetic pair pick up litter, then choose to spend the remainder of their coins on truffles they can actually eat. Two biggest silver ones, three little brownish ones. Mmmmm...that's good.

Fill fifteen blenders with an assortment of liquids and solids, leave the lids off, and turn them on high speed. This will give you the general idea of going to a candy factory with 50 kindergarten students. We got to see 6,000 pounds of taffy being made, 70,000 jellybeans coated, and my personal favorite: the chocolate enrobing room. 6 inch pipes pouring chocolate over everything that comes in its path. They wouldn't let me go on the conveyer belt. I asked.

Of course, they won't let you go in the factory until they've humilited you with ridiculous hats. Whatev - I still look goooood.

We are pushing Nash into becoming the greatest chocolate enrobing prodigy of all time.

These are the blenders after they have been filled with candy. The spinning didn't stop until 7 pm, when they completely crashed in a chocolate enrobed coma.