plum preserves maybe aren't better than tomatoes, but we know what happened to the Detrooks

plum preserves maybe aren't better than tomatoes, but we know what happened to the Detrooks

My family loved me, and all my brothers and sisters. They saved us plums for last. The tomatoes were eaten first. That's how I know, me and my siblings, about why the Detrook family left. Now don't bother, for we don't know the details. Because as you can tell, we're stuck here in this cellar. But we do have our senses. We hears a noise, a great clanging and vrooming, the sound of squeeling tires. The sound of loud voices, Mr. Detrook and twp other men. We heard a click boom. A thump and a scream. A cry of sadness from a baby, who wailed and cried. The sobbing of a man, Mr. Detrook, it was muffled as if pressed against a pillow. We heard a gurgled gasp, Mrs. Detrook. Then we heard a clomping, and in our view appeared a man, he grabbed some tomatoes and climbed upstairs. W e don't know what happened next, but we heard a shriek from the baby,and the wailing stopped, but Mr. Detrook's sobs grew luoder. We heard a door slam, a great clanging and vrooming, the sound of squeeling tires. Then they were gone, and the only sound left was Mr. Detrook's sobbing along with the brush of clothes. He came down later, when the air was cooler, and took two of my siblings and half the tomatoes. Then he was gone. And as I said, they saved us plums for last, but now I'm wondering, maybe its the opposite.