It was time for the annual harvest, and Farmer Reed gathered all his sons together to begin the job.
“Get the tools together and be back in 15 minutes,” he ordered.
Ed, the eldest, grabbed the keys to the tractor and waited smugly for the next 14 minutes.
Jimmy, the middle child, returned punctually with gloves and a wheelbarrow full of empty crates.
Six minutes later, Leon, the youngest of the brothers, trickled into the barn, dripping an inky black trail and wielding an eating implement.
Leon smiled proudly. “I got the pitch fork!” he said
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