"Magic" Beans


From all appearances, we're predicting a pretty small crop of beans from our mid-August planting.

That said, I have every confidence that if we walk around with them in our pocket, and see some random punk leading a cow, we can make a trade. We'll just tell him that they're "magic" beans, and he'll go for it. 
 

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