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"How now, Moldy oldie?" "Pickin' wild blackberries." "Yeah. Right. How wild can they be? They're grounded by these...ow!" "I've said it once, I'll say it again..." "There's entirely too much violence in the wild!" "Wild thing. I think I love you."
Wild Stawberries by Shel Silverstein
“Are wild strawberries really wild? Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child? Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they make a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse, or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, and though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly can you ever feel that you trust them completely? Or should we make a pet out of something less scary, like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry, Anyhow, you’ve been warned and I will not be blamed if your Wild Strawberries cannot be tamed.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends