It was summer, I was relaxing for a week at My country house. With two slaves to serve Me, one of them being also the gardener, I had plenty of time 2 enjoy the nice weather and the fruits of My land. Cherries this time. The two slaves are at My feet, one serving as a table for My glass and the plate with cherries, the other one is a spittoon for the cherry pits. A heavy duty one, I reckon, as he can always swallow his load in his mouth gets full and be ready for no matter how many cherries I want to eat. That is if My table doesn’t crumble 1st in this heat. I know, serving Me can be hard sometimes, but this is what slaves are for, isn’t it?