Once there was a vine which realized that people came every year and took its grapes.
It observed that nobody ever showed any gratitude.
One day a wise man came along and sat down nearby.
‘This’, thought the vine, ‘is my opportunity to have the mystery solved.’
‘Wise man, as you may have observed, I am a vine. Whenever my fruit is ripe, people come and take the grapes away. None shows any sign of gratitude. Can you explain this conduct to me?’
The wise man thought for a time. Then he said:
‘The reason, in all probability, is that all those people are under the impression that you cannot help producing grapes.’
The Magic Monastery
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