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Pick Your Own

Problem

“Mom! Turn here!” Alex cried, pointing at the hand-painted “Pick Your

Own” sign. Ms. DeRose eased the car off the country road and into the field

that doubled as a parking lot during apple-picking season at Whitmore Farm.

“It smells amazing!” said Charlotte, stepping out of the car.

“That’s because they make their own cider and doughnuts. Come on! I’ll

show you,” said Alex, leading the way through the crowd to a weathered red

barn. Inside, kids were gathered around an old-fashioned doughnut press

next to tables lined with jugs of cider.