Walter, who is quite elderly is resting peacefully on the front porch or a nursing home in the country
when he sees a cloud of dust up the road.
He watches a farmer approaching, with a wagon.
"Good afternoon!" hollers out Walter.
"Afternoon." says the farmer.
"Where you headed?" asks Walter.
"Town." says the farmer.
"What do you have in the wagon?" Walter continued.
"Manure."
"Manure, eh? What do you do with it?"
"I spread it over my strawberries," the farmer says matter-of-factly.
"Well," says Walter, "you should come over here for lunch someday. We use whipped cream."