I Do Not Believe You Cousin Dear

There’s a coffee tree in your backyard? In Kansas? In the back of your house, the marsh? A Brazilian coffee tree cannot survive here. Your dhram winters are way too harsh! Well, sure, I will come and take a peek. Right this second? Let me get my coat. That stick you planted next to the leek? You must think I am a dope float! I think you sprinkled those beautiful coffee beans yourself. They did not fall off that stick which a tree is truly not. I do not believe you, my crazy little Cousin Dear. Because frankly, you have always been a bit of a snot.