human
Shep, Gramps said, and then he pointed to the field.
gpt
Do you know what those are?
human
No, sir.
gpt
Beans, said Gramps, and the tone of his voice showed pity for anybody unable to identify a growing bean.
human
Now stoop down here 'longside me.
gpt
Have yourself a real good look.
human
Know what it looks like?
gpt
Yes, sir.
human
Good. Now, everything in this field that ain't a bean is a weed. Every weed steals from the beans just like a bank robber steals from a bank.
gpt
I don't understand you, sir,
human
Think, boy, and quit calling me sir, Gramps said impatiently.
gpt
What makes the beans grow big and strong, if not the goodness of the earth? And what else do the weeds live on? For every weed that steals the earth's richness, the beans suffer accordingly.
human
That's wonderful!