Moms

So not all Mothers are Saints

Not biomoms,

not adoptive moms.

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The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree.

*Corollary*: The fruit gets picked off the tree by a hungry person who puts the fruit in a picnic basket and takes it home. On the way, this person decides to get a hamburger instead and takes the fruit home to ripen a little more on the windowsill. The fruit ripens and starts getting soft. Someone decides to paint the fruit in a watercolor "still life". She does. By now the fruit is getting very ripe and someone decides that maybe it is better to dry the fruit out and make ambrosia (Food of the Gods) out of it. He does. The ambrosia is digested and it gives the whole family nasty gas. Cousin Joey craps out the pit and flushes it down the toilet. A tree grows in the sewer. Isn't that a beautiful story? Here's another one. Some kids were out playing with their BB guns and they decided to shoot fruit out of a tree. They shot a bunch of fruit and then ran to check their marksmanship. When they got under the tree, one of them hit the other in the head with a piece of fruit. A massive fruit fight ensued, during which many fruits were unceremoniously hurled far away from the tree. Here's another. A large hawk swoops down past a tree and grabs a piece of fruit off one of its branches. The hawk mistook the fruit for a squirrel and drops the fruit somewhere over Cincinnati where it goes SPLAT onto the roof of a well- respected dry-cleaning establishment. It rots in the sun but provides a mighty feast for many flies and microbes.

Max and Dave Fleischer: "Betty Boop", 1930's
Damsel Plum: "Mad Donna" 1996