Every year,when we are in Sweden,we help our friends with the potatoe harvest.We go up early in the morning,meet them on the farm.Reaching the field,we take our positions on the machine and sort out the bad potatoes.At 10 o`clock,mostly we can hear some horses,coming nearer.One of the girls and my daughter were bringing breakfast-picknick!When we are ready and mostly very dusty,we have a jump into the lake.back on the farm we were received with a delicious swedish meal.
So,but one day we had a very funny adventure.When we are standing at the band-conveyor,the potatoes roll along us and we pick out,the old,big,wrinkeled and ugly ones.On my Mom`s side was an very wrinkeled and ugly exemplar,full of mushy earth.I can remember the moment,when my mom hold up her hand,wanted to take up the potatoe aaaaaand!:the potatoe jumped away with a very loud and offended "Quak".It was a very wrinkeled common toad.After my Mother forgot her first fright,we laughed so much and loud,that Bengt,who drove the Fendt,turned around and asked ,what happened.Marianne shrugged her shoulders and said:"Hoppande potatis"