"Like what?"
"Oh, for example, one time we went to eat a dish with a fancy name, but it was really just made of eight rats. He gave the big ones to my big brother and I ate the rest. Shouldn't I be called Elmer the Rat-Giver?"
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"Huh... Elmer, don't you know the big rats are the tastiest?" Dorothy Ellsworth asked, blinking at him.
"They're not tasty. Even the small ones are gross..."
The old professor's mouth twitched. "You kids actually ate rats..."
Elmer Grant grinned, baring his teeth. "Rats—I mean, Teacher, please continue."
"Alright. Now I want to ask the three of you, what moral do you think the story of Conrad Kent giving up the pear teaches us?"
"Teacher, that's easy! It means the big one is for the oldest to eat, and the small one is for the youngest to eat."
"Crude, but not wrong. Elmer, what about you?"
"I agree with Dorothy."
