I've been watching my Chuuk neighbors for the last week.
They have many, as I've mentioned, tiny children.
They play.
Last week, we had a nasty windstorm, and I ended up with about a bazillion Doug Fir cones in my yard.
Now, I'm old, and can't bend over well, so the cone mess, and the Chuuk kids, being tiny, struck me as being a win-win situation:
I'd pay them a penny a piece, for the cones, and they could cash it in for candy.
I was hesitant to ask the Chuuk parents, to hire the Chuuk kids, as people might get the wrong idea.
Providence though, sent me three kids today, aged 6, 8, and 9, from my best estimation, knocking on my front door, asking for nickel cans, about an hour ago.
After I gave them my 40 cents worth of cans, I asked if they'd like to make some
real money.
They looked at me, with wary eyes, as all well trained children should, and I explained the situation.
Nice things:
They collectively made $16 in about 30 minutes, didn't cheat me at all when I dumped my piggy bank out on the front porch to pay them, and trusted me.
Creepy things:
It reminded me of
@edward 's comment:
edward said:
...the missing Joad families
They live down the block.
