The Frenchman worked carefully and quietly, following instructions to the letter. When he finished, he reached to toss the leftovers away. “Wait! Don’t throw those out!” the farmer said. “Those are the best part! My wife fries them — we call them ‘sheep fries.’” The Frenchman looked confused but went along. That evening, the farmer invited him to dinner. Sure enough, a plate of crispy, golden “sheep fries” was waiting. The Frenchman hesitated, then tried them—and was surprised by how tender and tasty they were. He smiled, impressed. The farmer laughed, “See? Now you’re truly part of the farm.”
