Last night, I repeated Burton's name until I'd annoyed him awake--Burton. Burton. Burton. Burton? Burton. Burton!--to tell him he was sleeping on the tomato plants. I know I've said crazy things in my sleep before. At times, I may have thought I was weeding carrots or harvesting chard from his ear or who knows what all. That was crazy talk. Anyone could see that. But this time--for real!--he was sleeping on the tomato plants.
By the time I managed to get my point across to an awake and understandably humorless Burton, I realized my problem. So I flopped over and pretended I was asleep.
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Tell dat Burton he betta watch his carrot if yuse gonna start aweedin' an' aharvestin' in yor sleep!
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