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Bagel Seeds

I used to be the cool uncle. But when my brother got the job training sea lions at Mystic Aquarium. Well that title was passed on to him, and deservedly so.

Ever since that experimental archeology course I became pretty good at flint knapping. The kids were amazed that I could take what seemed to be a random rock and hit it a few times and make something useful. Well as useful as an acheulean hand axe is to a six year old.

I used to tell them star stories and take them out into the back yard at night and show them the planets using binoculars.

Then came the day I decided to give reality a little twist. I took some heavy paper and made a little pocket. In that I put a dozen cheerios. I called one of my nephews over and we went into the garden.

“Do you know what I have here? Bagel seeds“, I said. He pressed his finger into the dark brown earth and we put one “seed” in each hole. We covered them with soil and watered them.

“Just wait until next year. We will be able to eat off the bagel bush that grows.”

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