Back with Ma and Pa, whose exploits long-time readers of these pages recall that we occasionally visit, we find Ma sitting quietly in the park feeding pigeons, having bought a whole bun of fresh bread just to feed her daily company.
Little by little, pinch by pinch, she fed each pigeon, with the rest of the community paying little attention. Eventually a man in his early 40s happens by.
"Lady," says he, "you shouldn't throw away good food on a bunch of pigeons that can find food anywhere when there are a lot of people starving in Africa."
Without looking up or breaking her concentration, Ma replies,
"A fellow your age should know that an old woman like me can't throw that far ..."