They Are Stealing Your Plums

When I was living in the trailer at lot 42 Trinity Avenue in Spartanburg, South Carolina, I had some maintenance problems. Finally, my father decided to sell the trailer. I had to find a new place to live. I went for a walk with Abby and we came upon a house for sale within walking distance of the trailer and still within walking distance of the University of South Carolina at Spartanburg where I attended. My mother came up and we looked around at houses for rent and houses for sale. We never found one to her liking. I had fallen in love with the little house Abby and I had found. We both loved the house. Abby fell in love with the beautiful yard and so did I. There was a fenced-in backyard and all sorts of trees. There were apple trees, dogwood trees, and two beautiful flowering plum trees. There was a Concord grape vine and a fig tree. There was room for a garden and it had the largest azalea bush in the State of South Carolina. In short, we had found the Garden of Eden. Abby and I decided we loved the place and never set foot inside the house until the deal was made to buy the house. The yard was that big of a selling point, especially for Abby. Well, we moved in and I enjoyed eating out of my yard. I had enough apples to eat all I wanted and give tons of them away. When the two flowering plum trees started to produce, there was more than I could handle. I constantly gave them away. One day, two young boys came to my door and asked if they could have some of the plums. I told them to take all they wanted. So, they went outside and started gathering them up. These plums were really good. They were juicy and really sweet.

From What Tree is It?

Shortly, I heard another knock at my door. There was an older lady and the two boys. The lady said, “I want you to know I caught these two boys stealing your plums,” I told her that they had asked for the plums and I told them they could have all they wanted. She got really mad and started to lecture me on how these boys would never learn not to steal if I allowed it. I repeated to the woman, “The boys came and asked if they could have the plums. I told them they could have all they wanted. They are my plums to give to whomever I please. You may have all the plums you want. I have more than I need.” The woman walked off in a huff telling me about how I was ruining these two boys. Abby didn’t seem to mind that the two boys got the plums. In fact, she didn’t say a word. But then again, she wouldn’t. Abby was my faithful dog.

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