I recently discovered that there is a tiny village of men living inside of my grapevines. Each grape houses a different family. You can imagine just how many tinies are living within my grapevines. I slowly pick each grape off of the stem, and place it in my mouth, biting down, devouring the tiny. The other tinies don't even know that their neighbor is being chewed up and swallowed. I plucked the grapes off one by one. I enjoy every single one of them, while hoping that inside the grape is a full family, a wife. The more tinies inside, the better.