Ole, who is growing quite elderly, is resting peacefully on his front porch when he sees a cloud of dust up the road.
He watches a farmer approaching, with a wagon. "Good afternoon! Where are you headed?" hollers out Ole.
"Afternoon. Home to my farm," says Sven.
"What do you have in da wagon?" Ole continued.
"Manure," said Sven.
"Manure, eh? What do you do wit it?"
"I spread it over my strawberries," Sven says matter-of-factly.
"Vell," says Ole, "ya should come over here for lunch some day. Ve use whipped cream."
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