The boy was steaming. Seriously? What was his dad thinking taking this detour? It didn't even make sense. It was hardly even a detour. It was more like sight seeing. Now they were stuck having to try to carry all the boxes of fruit back before they spoiled. It seemed like an impossible task. With every step Randy took, he sunk deeper and deeper into this...whatever this was they had driven across. His dad -- the know-it-all -- told him to hold his basket a little higher and a little more out front of himself to distribute his weight a bit. "Like a polar bear on ice," he said. Sure. Sure. Like a polar bear on ice. Good grief!
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