An elderly lady with a shaved head is eating an ice cream cone at the farmer’s market.  It is a wonderful day.

A child with orange hair down to his chin approaches her with his gloved hand outstretched.

Child:  “Can you spare a dollar for the needy?” 

Lady:  “What for.”

Child:  “For love of your fellow human.” 

 Lady:  “You cannot truly love money, because it is not real,  well, okay it is palpable, but the pulp can be torn… so economists are just counting & stacking negatives upon negatives upon their halitosis.  Try chewing that bark before you print numbers on it.”

Child:  “Okay, I love ice cream, can you spare me a lick of your peach ice cream?”

Lady:  “No.”