A third oak was giving its neighbor an infomercial sales pitch about a food processor. “And you won’t believe what it does with pasta!” “Wow!” said the other tree. “It makes pasta, too?” “Fresh linguine in minutes!” the sales oak enthused. I did not understand why an oak tree would want linguine, but I kept moving. I was afraid that if I listened too long, I would order the food processor for three easy installments of $39.99, and my sanity would be lost forever.
