Yesterday I wrote an article about the good service I received from Amazon. Reader, Mike Paterson replied as below with a great comment.

“There was once a jolly and loveable farmer who had a big and beautiful apple tree that bore the most profound bloom of spring flower and summer fruit.
No other tree in the vicinity could bear produce as beautiful and plentiful with a taste above all other apple.
The locals called on the farmer night and day to first admire and choose which Apple they desired before placing their orders for the scrumptious fruit.
They always commented everything the farmer did from first taking their order to coming round to their property and delivering the apple were exceptional.
He was quick and made sure each apple was wrapped individually to protect from bruising.
Everyone was very happy. “My our Farmer is a grand man. He provides a very fast exceptional delivery to us of such a lovely apple. He is indeed a very fine man”.

You see, the town itself was poor but rich in love. Everyone struggled to get by but they tried to help others not so fortunate.
Locals helped the orphanage and cared for those unwell.
Yes, they all gave a small donation of their hard earned money to help in looking after the unfortunate and needy.

However, it came to pass some time later the locals found out the farmer was not all that he seemed to be.
He would use every trick in the book to make sure he gave the least amount of money to those in need of help.
His greed to better his pocket was above the poor.
The locals were so outraged of his actions they stormed up to his farm and asked him why he would do such an unkind thing to those who could not defend or assist themselves.
In reply the farmer simply said “I have not done anything wrong. I have given money just like all of you”.
“But you could have given more” came back their reply.
The farmer looked at them all, with outstretched arms and a sorrowful face he told them “We all have to look after ourselves. I am only looking after my family just as each one of you do the same”.

However, by now the locals had realised, the farmer was not the same as the rest of the towns people.
Never again would they trust the farmer and never again would they buy his produce.