(Sorry I'm late to the thread... having a five-month-old and a two-year old does cut into the computer time...)
Happy Birthday, Mr. Card! For a gift, I would like to share with you a fable by my other favorite author, Leo Tolstoy.
quote:The Dogs and the Cook
A cook was preparing a dinner. The dogs were lying in the yard near the kitchen door. The cook butchered a calf and threw the guts out into the yard. The dogs picked them up and ate them, and said: "He's a good cook; he cooks wonderfully."
After a while the cook began to peel turnips and onions, and threw the peelings into the yard. The dogs went over to them, then turned their noses up, and said: "Our cook has gone downhill; he used to cook well, but not anymore."
But the cook paid no attention to the dogs, and continued to fix the dinner in his own way. The dinner was eaten and praised by the masters -- not the dogs.