“I need Barlet pears and Macintosh apples for the cobbler, or it won’t be fit to eat,” insisted Anya.
“So where do you suppose you’ll find them in Spring,” questioned her husband.
“Never you mind. Now, are you going to get the pig or not,” asked the matron.
“Right away, your ladyship,” teased Gojeck as he headed to the pen.
“The man pushes me to the edge. One of these days, I’ll give him a taste of his own medicine,” retorted Anya.
Anya loaded the empty basket onto the pig’s back and climbed on herself. “Off with yea pig, times a wasting,” said the matron.
Anya knew exactly where to go: Milton Devon’s farm. Milton had more than a few tricks for storing fruits and veggies.
Reaching her destination, the woman hollered, “Ho pig,” to announce her arrival. Milton had been expecting her, so tea and cake were waiting.
“Welcome, Anya, daughter of Aldous and Airi. How are you these trying days?” asked the farmer.
“Well enough, Milton, son of Abe and Marta,” came the reply.
With the formalities over, the two friends drank tea and talked gossip. “Time I head back. Gojeck expects a cobbler for supper,” said the matron.
Milton loaded her basket with the juiciest fruit he had stored in his underground cellar. “I’m sure Gojeck will be ever so grateful for gathering this fruit,” said Milton.
“In a pig’s eye,” remarked the matron, then gave her friend a wink and climbed on the pig.
“Steady on and safe travels,” remarked the farmer.
“Steady on and an abundant harvest to you as well,” replied Anya, directing the pig home.
After unloading the fruit, Anya prepared the cobbler. “We’ll see who is the doubter now,” smirked the woman.
Gojeck arrived as the sun was setting to an intoxicating aroma. “What is that smell?” asked the man.
“Nothing special but a McIntosh and Bartlett cobbler,” replied the woman.
“How? They’re all gone by Winter solstice?” inquired Gojeck.
“You can say I have connections in high places,” said Anya.
After eating, a large bowl of cobbler stood before the man. “This is a gift from the heavens. I married an angel and didn’t know it,” said Gojeck, grinning ear to ear.
“Then you won’t mind cleaning up. Your angel needs her beauty sleep,” the matron replied.
Gojeck bowed and replied, “For this cobbler, I would clean the stables of King Augeas.”
“That must be some cobbler,” smiled Anya as she went to bed.
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