Our Crab Apple tree has dropped its fruit all over the front garden – it looks very untidy, and the scattered tiny apples keep getting squashed.
I asked Wilson whether he'd mind clearing them up for me and, to my surprise, he said, 'Okey-Dokey – no problemo, ND!'
Some time later I found that he had set up a Pick Your Own Crab Apples stall and left Dave and Uncle Zoltan in charge of it.
More accurately it should have been described as a Pick UP Your Own Crab Apples, as customers were expected to gather their apples from where they'd fallen on the ground.
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