A Plum Tale

My dad planted a little plum tree last year. In the past weeks, it has had some fruit on it. Fruit that has actually been impressive and very juicy and delicious. I think my dad is kind of proud of his little tree, and of course, there's no one he would rather share with than his grand kids.

Denise: Hello?

Dad: Denise, how are kids, okay?

Denise: Yeah, how are you?

Dad: Oh fine. I have plum tree. I wanted to give Kimball and Mia plum. You know, plum tree is here in the backyard. 5 plums came.

Denise: Oh really?

Dad: Yes. Yesterday there were 5. But then I came home and the squirrel took 2, so now only 3 plum.

Denise: Oh no!

Dad: Yes, and then I went again, but now only 1 plum, the squirrel, he continued to take more. If I give to Kimball the 1 plum, Mia will be sorry. If I give to Mia, Kimball may be sorry. So...next year, okay?

Denise: Okay.

Dad: Yes, I think next year it can yield more plum for Kimball and Mia.

Denise: Ok, thanks.

Dad: Bye now.

Denise: Bye.

Damn squirrel.