“Do not eat the berries!” Mother exclaimed before I left home, rucksack over me shoulder, cap askew upon me little head, “The berries are poison! The berries are trickery!”

“Berries are for bad little boys, boys who never listen to mother,” she continued, unaware that I would be eating delicious berries in a day’s time, “and only bad things come to boys who disobey mother.”

At press time, papa saw my berry stained hands and threw me down the well as punishment.