There’s a folk tale called “The Little Red Hen” (Project Gutenberg link) and it generally goes step by step in the process of a little hen growing wheat, harvesting it, making flour, and baking bread. At each stage she asks other animals for help and they are always too busy or not interested, I can’t remember which. Finally it comes time to eat the fruits (well, bread) of her labor. The other creatures are keen on taking part only to be told that our protagonist is not going to share her bread because no one helped her at each stage of preparation.
I told my son the story last night – he was keen on baking sugar pumpkins so I asked for his help taking out the seeds and pulp from inside. The “pumpkin guts” weren’t appealing and my story ensued. He, by then helping me scrape out the pumpkins, frowned and asked, “can you tell me a happy story about the little red hen where she shares with her friends?”
Anyway, I’m not going anywhere in particular with this, it just made me contemplative.