The little cabbage in the field was consulting its mother
about life. "Life," said the mother "is a gamble; you've
got to withstand storms, drought, wind, animals--not to
mention bugs, lice, mold, rot. But, if you don't give up,
you'll thrive and grow." "Life certainly is a gamble,"
agreed the little cabbage, "but there's one thing you
haven't made clear: when do I quit growing?" "As in any
other gamble," said Mother Cabbage, "quit when you're a
head!"
