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I went berry picking yesterday, along the old train tracks where the blackberry bushes grow wild. I told Miss Sushuri about it, bragging that I had picked almost two quarts of berries, of which one quart arrived home. I had been disgustingly greedy and have the juice stains to show for it.

Miss Sushuri worried that they actually might be the deadly chortlewhortleberries that grow so rampantly these days, disguising themselves as edible blackberries. At least I think that was what she called them. But we established, after some discussion, that whortlechortleberries are not completely deadly--only a little bit deadly. Also, I am quite sure I ate an ant or two while snacking,* and everyone knows ants are the ant-idote specific to the fatal-ish toxins in these evil berries.

I had vague theories about formic acid and so on, but it is probably the word “ant” itself that is protective, don’t you think? I wonder what puns Chinese or Czech blondes use when they are picking poisonous fruit disguised as blackberries.


*”Snacking” is such a demure little word for the swinish display I put on. Did you know berry juice can stain your hair?

Cross posted to adele_poppy
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On August 17th, 2006 09:36 pm (UTC), sushurichan commented:
There is an old song
(I wish I could sing it as the tune is rather nice):

CHORtlewhortleberries turn you purple
Turn you purple
Turn you purple
CHORtlewhortleberries turn you purple
But they don't make you ill.

I am not sure if this is true, but it is comforting at any rate.

I am not sure what puns Czechs and Chinese use for blackberrying purposes, but Hungarians always take a Biro with them. Biro means "judge" in Hungarian, so one squiggle of the pen and the true nature of the berry is decided.
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