Kerplink, Kerplank, Kerplunk
The pictures are a month late, but none the less cute:
Grandma Blueberry does have tin pails, and they do say “kerplink, kerplank, kerplunk” … when the blueberries make it into said pail.
Ilse’s improvised hat — two spankies make an interesting little muffin hat. She is contemplating indignation.
Hans gets a ride back to the shed with Grandpa Blueberry and the full pails. Hans alone picked over 3 pounds.
