"One, two, three, four, five, and six! Six strawberries Belle." She counted joyously to the small, frail infant. "What color is a strawberry?"

"Wed!" Squealed the overly excited child, throwing her arms about in excitement. Her face overtaken by a sunny smile, her cheeks stained a pink tinge. Traces of strawberry flung from the rug rats mouth, even after she had finished speaking.

"Yes dear, red." Groaned Sue as she removed a tissue from the pocket of her paint splattered overalls, spit into the white fabric, and rubbed at the child's face. But to no avail. The rose colored smudges refused to dissapear, as if the sun cast from the farmhouse window granted the spots hope to remain.

"Stubborn stains a tool of the devil." Chuckled the old, weather beaten woman. Sue detested stains. "The devils work they very well are. Premarital sex, not the devils work, just stupidity. Murder, not the devils work, just (once again) stupidity. Stains! Stains now thats the devil at work, just ask baby Jesus yourself, he'll tell you the very same! Bless his little baby heart." Everyone has a different image in there head when they kneel down to pray. Grandma Sue chose to think of Baby Jesus, the purist form of Jesus in her mind. Now Jesus is pure no matter what, he's Jesus, but to Sue Baby Jesus was the purist. Baby Jesus had never seen death, starvation, or poverty. Making him pure of mind, body, and soul.

Belle just goggled at Sue idly, the same cheerful smile planted on her face. She knew not, or cared not, of what Sue uttered. To Belle a stain was just as nice as a summers breeze, or fresh peaches. But she still knew that life was marvelous with sunshine and strawberries.