The Full Basket

The gardener was picking strawberries.

The basket was almost full.

One strawberry looked down.

“There isn't room for me.”

“You'll have to stay behind,” whispered another.

The gardener reached the end of the row. He smiled.

Then he picked up another empty basket.

“There you are,” he said.

The strawberry realized she had mistaken the basket's limit for her own.