A child lived on a raspberry farm.  One day for dessert the child’s mother brought out raspberries and cream.  The child hung his head and looked woebegone.  “I’m sick of raspberries,” he muttered.

Meanwhile, in the city, a child looked longingly at a small clear plastic box containing a half-pint of raspberries.  “No, child,” his mother said.  “Those are expensive.  Those are only for special treats.”  The child hung his head and looked woebegone.

Moral: remember to count the blessings that you are  used to.

Moral:  There can be too much of a good thing.

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