When I was six years old, and my brother Mark was eight, our family was staying in a summer cottage up in Mountaindale New York. One afternoon our mom handed us each an empty Maxwell House coffee can, and our dad took us out into the woods where wild blueberries grew.
We were each supposed to fill our coffee can with blueberries. Which was not so difficult a task, since blueberries grew wild and plentiful in those woods.
At the end of the afternoon my brother’s coffee can was filled to the brim with fresh juicy blueberries. My can was pretty much empty.
That evening our mother took all of the blueberries and made a blueberry pie. My brother enjoyed it very much. Alas, I had a tummy ache, and didn’t feel hungry at all.
I think there’s a lesson in here somewhere.