Original, non-AI-enhanced text: One Potato, Two Potatoes
With a sweeping gesture, Joy calculated the prodigious output of Arbor Ring Farm’s potato harvest, the fruits of their toil ripening under the warm summer sun. She deftly extrapolated the staggering numbers, multiplying the average weight of a single spud by the number of acres under cultivation. Her sharp mind quickly arrived at the astonishing result: a jaw-dropping 42,750 pounds of potatoes per acre, or a truly impressive harvest of approximately 85,500 perfect potatoes.
In contrast, the county cemetery could only boast a paltry interment of 1,000 human skeletons per acre. Despite their imposing size, Joy couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer abundance of potatoes, which outnumbered the gaunt skeletons by an incredible ratio of 85 to one. With this realization, Joy felt a surge of pride in her community’s agricultural prowess and the bountiful harvests they brought forth.
Mr. Funny Bones 