That's what these cherries were screaming when I glimpsed them through a window while coming down the stairs in a building downtown. I was then on the second floor (that's third, for you folks in the US), and had no way of reaching for them, even if I had ventured into the garden behind the building. I could be like the fox in Aesop's fable and say they were probably too sour, but I'll bet they weren't...
