
You get the idea. There was a range.
Anyway, as similar as Lincoln and Feldmar were they did have one very important difference. Whenever Lincoln and Feldmar came across an apple they weren't quite sure of, Lincoln went ahead and put it in his basket but Feldmar left it where it was. So, at the end of the day, Feldmar always had himslef a nice tidy basket about half full of the apples that tasted like chocolate cake, juicy steak, and syrup covered waffles all rolled up into one. He sold them for top dollar! Folks ate 'em right up!
Lincoln, on the other hand, ended his day stretching his sore back surrounded by many baskets of apples that may very well taste like chocolate cake, juicy steak, and syrup covered waffles all rolled up into one or might taste like poop. He had more apples to sell but folks didn't like them as much seeing as they weren't as high of quality.
They both made a decent living at this for awhile but eventually moved on and got MBAs. They remain close friends.
zeroth life lesson: when constructing a parable it's best to start with a valuable life lesson and then write a story that unveils it in a poignant way rather than starting with a stupid story about apples that ultimately goes nowhere.
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