"How big are my plants, Grampa?"

"As wide as your pillow," the man said.  "Here, I'll show you."

He took the boy's hand and led him through the rows of the garden to where the melon vines grew.

"Now squat down, Scooter."

The boy squatted and the man guided his hand to the plant.  The leaves were soft-prickly against his fingers and made a shushing sound when he rubbed them.

"Are there melons?" the boy asked.

"Two the size of raisins," the man said.  "Two more like grapes and one the size of a cherry."