Walter is relaxing in a rocking chair on the front porch of his nursing home when he sees a farmer approaching, driving a wagon.
"Good afternoon!" says Walter. "Afternoon." says the farmer.
"Where you headed?" asks Walter. "Town." says the farmer.
"What do you have in the wagon?" Walter continued. "Manure."
"Manure, eh? What do you do with it?"
"I spread it over my strawberries," the farmer says matter-of-factly.
"Well," says Walter, "you should come over here for lunch some day. We use whipped cream."