I was talking to a mother yesterday who had been trick-or-treating with six kids.
They called to one house where a little old lady came out and distributed five packets of crisps (that’s chips to our American cousins). To the sixth kid she gave a banana.
The kid accepted the gift and said nothing. He quietly hung his head and held his mother’s hand as they made their way from the house.
“I don’t even like bananas!” he finally cried out from a well of sadness.