one time, i had a dream that it was considered high fashion to go berry picking. everyone went out in the country in droves not just to pick, but -- more importantly -- to be seen picking, berries.
the important people in society all put on a show of returning back to the land and being in touch with nature because they picked berries. it was considered a manifestation of people's sensitive nature and awareness of social conscience to pick berries. people started to wear berry picking aprons and carry wicker baskets all the time. they brought them to situations where it used to be considered unnecessary, or actually unacceptable, like corporate board-rooms, the movies, and the library. everyone was bragging about the specialty jams they were contemplating, and i even got caught up in the fad by making my own berry flavored mustard.
unexpectedly, the leader of the local grump brigade, barton nichols, was spotted picking blueberries along the side of sawkill road. he never went in for fads. when my pet fish, bubbles, mentioned this to him, nichols denied it. he said that bubbles must have been mistaken, because he paid five cents per berry when he bought them at the grocery. bubbles said that was pretty expensive, but nichols said that he got a mail in rebate on them.
about 3 weeks after the trend began, it was over. mainly, this was because they had run out of berries to pick. this was weird because everyone had told me that it was sustainable agriculture or something. however, a new fad for being socially aware (called listening to rock and roll music) came into prominence, and berry picking went out of style. it was considered old fashioned and gauche.
bubbles said he was going to sculpt a verse electronica mix to lament the passing of the berry season.
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