Today, while putting up my laundry to dry in the backyard (hey, I'm Chinese), I heard a little thud
nearby. Turned out to be a persimmon
from our tree in the yard. Looking at the poorly fated fumbled fruit, I began to feel sorry for--no not the fruit, but--those folks who're Fruitarians
who only eat fruit that have fallen on its own.
Those folks must eat a lot of bruised fruit.