The interesting story of the overgrown potatoes

It was a fair day in an age far far ago. A north westerly eastward swirling wind blew from the south across a large field and it was a fairly large field as fields go. In this field grew an innumerable number of potatoes. And how they grew, in all sizes and shapes, some were large and white, some small and white, another some large and dark and another some small and dark, well I could go on, though I will stop here. The field was divided, less by nature and more by design by large pools of water which seeped into the ground, in which the potatoes grew and providing essential nourishment. Yes, there were other things which grew amonst the potatoes, but I will leave them out of this story as this is a story chiefly of the potatoes which by sheer numbers, outnumbered the rest.

Having said it is a story chiefly of potatoes, this is no way implies it is the story of all the potatoes in the field. It really is a story of a section of the field, surrounded three sides by large expanses of water and on one side by a fairly expansive mound of soil. There were other sections of the field, each whose stories would lend an interesting read, but this story of the said section makes the most interesting read of all.

The interesting fact being, this section of the field, Intheair (r-hardly pronounced) as it was known in those days and age had the largest number of potatoes amongst all the other sections put together.

Amongst these pototoes were some potatoes all of five hundred and fifty two in number and the largest of them all. They controlled everything other than the number of potatoes in their section of the field. The surprising fact being these overgrown potatoes had started their growth from a normal size like all the other potatoes, and were chosen by the rest of the potatoes to grow to a size which could be termed as overgrown.

And as all fair stories have a happy ending, so does this fairest of them all.

They remain potatoes till this day and age.