THE GROOSPBERRY
Once, there was a man who had a beautiful garden. He grew all the fruit and vegetables for his family’s needs, and sold the surplus at market, for a handsome profit.
His children did squabble a bit over which of his produce they liked the best, but the man decided that it didn’t matter because he had made sure there was always plenty to choose from.
One day, as he went out under the sun to weed his fruit patch, the man overheard his young daughter speaking to her older brother, at the top of her voice.
“I don’t like gooseberries, who does? But I am fond of raspberries – they’re just the best!” Then she had an idea.
“I would like gooseberries to change – just a bit – so that they tasted and looked less like gooseberries. That would be fair, and I would be happy. More people would eat them, and Father would make lots of money!
I don’t want to get rid of them completely, you understand, dear brother, just a few small changes; make them sweeter, slightly redder, perhaps with their little seeds on the outside. I’m sure that would be easy for Father.
I love berries, so I’m going to badger Father every hour of every day until he agrees to grow me a gooseberry-raspberry hybrid. A Groospberry!
Her brother sighed deeply, then spoke.
“Firstly, neither the gooseberry nor the raspberry is, in fact, even a berry. They are soft fruits, sister.
And secondly, I like gooseberries. If Father turns gooseberries into groospberries, how is that fair to me?” ……
And so it went on, until the sun began to decline to the west and the starlings to rise for their murmuration. The man smiled, pocketed his dirty trowel and trudged back towards the house.