“Eli’s assistant is bringing Tuki here soon. You don’t mind if the parrot stays for a few days, do you, Mother?”
One pie would go to Mr. Krankowitz. He always complained it wasn’t as good as his mother’s apple pies. Then he would finish it down to the last crumb.
A pile of pies would go to the Children’s Home.
The rest went to anyone needing to be cheered up.
Jolly Solly helped his mother by peeling the apples, lightning fast. As soon as he was done, though, she’d send him out of the kitchen. Otherwise, he’d start juggling the peeler, corer, and anything else.
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