Hi. It’s me again. Bongo. I promised to tell you about the garden tomatoes. One of my people sometimes has tomatoes growing in the garden. I was out in the yard one day, by myself, and I was ready for a snack. I’m always ready for a snack. There it was – a nice, big, beautiful, red tomato. So I ate it. Then I ate a couple more. They were good. I tried a green one but it was terrible so I spit it out. Add that to my list of dislikes. I don’t like green tomatoes or olives. Well, my person isn’t very nice sometimes. She started picking the tomatoes before they got red enough to be good. Then my other person put a fence around the garden so I couldn’t get the tomatoes. Shucks!

Tomato Escaped the Fence