Once upon a time in a foreign land, there were well meaning parents who only wanted the best for their children. A neighbor had told them that a friend told her, who was told by her cousin, who knew from her relative, who in turn heard it said in the street during market day, that perhaps wearing cotton and planting cherry trees was the very best thing for children. By foreign land I don't really mean Russia, this is an allegorical story of course. And my parents were/are awesome so the other similarities to the cherries, the cotton, and the freaky foreign land are purely coincidental and for illustrative purposes only... don't ask about the cat. I have no idea about the cat. I wasn't a cool kid ok? Indeed it wasn't just the best, it was what all smart and responsible parents did for their precious charges. So these parents got rid of and sold all their warm wool clothes, replacing everything with the much cheaper cotton. Then they dug up every well me...