We also called him Alfredo Jack, because he could talk in a remarkably convincing Italian accent.
One day he came to me and said, "Teacher, do you want to see the red potato flower?" He showed me a red flower in the grass. It happened to be my favorite flower in Mongolia because it smells so fragrant. Little did I know that it was also edible. He and one of his comrades scrabbled in the dirt with their fingernails for about fifteen minutes. They came up with a small white thing that looked like a garlic clove.
I tasted it and it tasted indeed like a raw crunchy potato (that is, like nothing really).
Jack-Jack kindly spent his free time at camp digging up the fragrant flowers and offering his produce to his special English teachers.
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