| No takers? Nobody wanna to think about it? Me, neither, but here's a story, although not a horror story: I once had a roommate who was the baby in the family, the only sister of 4 brothers. When she was very small, her parents worked in the city, but her grandparents still lived on their farm. Her brothers had spent summers with the grandparents before, but this was little Evelyn's first "farm" summer. Their grandmother told the boys to watch their little sister while they planted black-eyed peas in the garden. Well, once they taught Evelyn how to plant peas, they went off to find more entertaining pastimes, leaving her with a whole bag of seed peas to plant. *Hours* went by, & her grandmother,
looking out the kitchen window,
saw that little Evelyn was still out there,
patiently planting those peas: She would take one out of her sack,
examine it carefully,
poke a hole with a stick,
look at the pea again,
& carefully place the pea in the hole.
Then she would eye it once more,
sometimes poking at it a little,
& finally she would *very* gently cover it up. The grandmother went to the garden to confer. "Evelyn, are you planting peas?" "Yes, Gramma." "You sure are looking at them a long time." "Well, yes, Gramma!
It's very important to do it the right way:
You have to look at 'em *real* close to be sure to plant them with the little black part on the bottom,
so they'll grow right side up." | 
