The first point goes to the Pomegranate, because Mrs. Pickwick had to use spell-check and she’s still slightly suspicious.
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The second point goes to Mrs. Pickwick, because the Pomegranate was on Sale.
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Point to Mrs. Pickwick for managing to keep the Pomegranate looking festive and lovely on the butcher block for several days after the grocery trip, instead of seeing it whisked off to the basement in doll clothes (the fate of the Butternut Squash), rolled under the passenger seat of the car (where we found a can of soup a week later), at the top of the stairs after a distance-throwing contest (8-oz rectangular blocks of cheese are truly ideal for that particular sport), nibbled around all the edges (thorough and mindful shoppers do not only check the eggs before purchase, they always try to chew through the package of bologna, too), or otherwise licked, pummeled, stacked, climbed upon, or hidden in an obscure place of the Pickwickian abode.
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Point to the Pomegranate for intimidating Mrs. Pickwick with it’s impenetrable skin and labyrinth of tiny seeds, and chanting “Peel me if you can, serve me if you dare” every time she walked by the fruit basket.
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Point to the Pomegranate for calling in reinforcements to strengthen the ranks. That’s right, after a Pickwickian play date, a second Pomegranate arrived in the guise of a friendly gift, innocently joined the bowl, and added harmony and volume to the mocking war-cry of the complicated fruit.
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Mrs. Pickwick nearly gained a point by seizing the smaller of the two Pomegranates while they weren’t paying attention, and started peeling and digging out the seeds. However, after a few minutes, the Pomegranate turned the table and Mrs. Pickwick wandered off in despair, after eating three seeds and questioning whether the rest were worth the effort.
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Fortified with a cup of tea, Mrs. Pickwick returned and finished the job. Valiantly she strove against the Pomegranate and the little Pickwicks topped their yogurt with the bright seeds in delight. Nothing says “I love you” like “Yes, children, you may have these pomegranate seeds.”
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The remaining Pomegranate trembled in the fruit bowl, knowing it’s days were numbered. However, it gained a few more days of freedom, as Mrs. Pickwick was too tired from the recent victory to attempt another attack. Also, she had stained her favorite sweater with pomegranate juice.
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Realizing the Pomegranate is still in the lead, Mrs. Pickwick finally makes the last charge, and defeats the fruit in hand-to-hand combat, despite getting distracted four times during the battle.
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However, after an entire evening of Pomegranate dismemberment, Mrs. Pickwick can not bring herself to serve the hard-won seeds to the children a second time. Even the maternal heart grows faint occasionally, and the bowl of seeds escapes to the refrigerator to be “saved for later.” Later opportunely arrives the next evening after all the small Pickwickians are consigned to their beds, and Mrs. Pickwick enjoys All The Pomegranate Seeds. Nothing says “luxury” like “I will eat these pomegranate seeds with a spoon.”
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If another adversary is on sale this week, Mrs. Pickwick could be persuaded to attempt a tie-breaker. But if the foe has raised its price, well, one can not always be victorious.