Mart wandered into the kitchen of Crabapple Farm, his keys jangling in the pocket of his jeans. He went to the refrigerator in search of something to eat. He spied a bowl of jello that was sitting in the back. Noting the number of items in front of the jello, Mart judged that it must have been in the fridge for several days. Being careful to not jostle a jug of juice, Mart slid the jello out of the fridge. He was just turning around when he heard his jovial sibling jumping up on the porch. Trixie chose to celebrate the beautiful June morning with a jaunty jog and had just finished her running junket.

“Hey, Mart,” Trixie gasped. “Better be careful with that jiggling jello.”

Mart gave his sister an incredulous look, “Surely you’re joking. I would never let any sustenance join the junk that has fallen on the floor.”

Trixie rolled her eyes and muttered, “If there is any justice in the world, please let my jabbering brother learn some new jargon.”

Leaving Mart to feast on his jello, Trixie grabbed a notepad and jotted a quick note to her mother.

“Moms, I have to leave in a jiffy for my job. If you need me to bring anything home, just let me know,” Trixie wrote.

After that, Trixie jogged upstairs to get ready for her job at a local jelly shop called The Jam Jar. Minutes later, Trixie ran back through the kitchen on her way to her job. She grabbed Brian’s keys to his jalopy.

“Hey,” yelled Mart. “You can’t drive Brian’s jalopy.”  Standing up from the table, Mart faced Trixie, his chin jutting out and his jaw firm.

“Yes, I can. Brian said I could.”

Trixie grabbed her jacket from the hook by the door and jammed the keys into her pocket so that her brother could not grab them from her.

“No, you can’t. I’ll just report the car as stolen and then you will go to jail. Hah!” jeered Mart.

Trixie replied, “Don’t be a jerk, Mart. Go back to your jello while the rest of us try to juggle our jobs and our lives.” Trixie turned and walked out the door. She abruptly ran into her boyfriend, Jim.

“Jim,” she exclaimed. “What a joy to see you this morning. “

“I came to escort the junior Jam Jar associate to her job.”

Trixie smiled and tossed the keys towards Mart.

“Mart, when you get done jamming all that jello into your mouth, could you give Brian’s keys back to him? My jewel of a boyfriend is giving me a ride to work.”

Mart heard Jim and Trixie jump off the porch and into Jim’s sporty Jetta. As the car roared down Glen Road, Mart slapped his forehead. “I should have asked Trixie to bring home some jars of jam for my our June jubilee.”