Old MacGrath owned a farm in a countryside where he kept a few cows for dairy milk. In one particular milking session, the cows gave him a huge bounty of milk. Usually, Old MacGrath will have two full buckets of milk on average, so can you imagine his wrinkled but beaming face when after milking all his cows, he realised that he had not two, not three and six buckets of milk!
Old MacGrath was full of joy, and on the way back to the farm, he was already thinking of what to do with the milk. Oh, how his mouth salivate when he thought of the many milk products that can be made from the six full buckets to feed himself and his family! He can make cheese, butter and all sorts of delicious products from the milk. After making so many products, he couldn't possibly finish all of them by himself, so he can even sell it to the market or barter it for some other goods. How fortune smiles upon him!
But on the other hand, he could also sell the extra milk to the market so that he can have some extra money immediately for him to buy some seeds for the summer planting season that is to come in a few weeks time. With the new seeds, he can plant more crops too! Oh decision decision decision...what should Old MacGrath do with his six buckets of milk? It was such a heaven-sent gift, but for hellish reasons, he couldn't make up his mind on which options he could best utilise this 'windfall'.
So, being unsure of himself, he called for a quick meeting among his family to discuss the matter. His wife told him to sell it to the market for some quick cash so that he can buy more seeds for the summer crops. His eldest son told him it's wiser to keep the milk and turn it into dairy products for their own consumption. His daughter told him that he should use three buckets of milk for their own consumption and sell three buckets of milk to the market. After a whole day of discussion, Old MacGrath was still unsure of what to do with his milk because everyone makes perfect sense.
Tired of all the heated discussion, Old MacGrath thought that he should take some of the milk to quench his thirst. Taking a ladle, he scooped up a cupful of milk from one of the buckets and took a deep sip, wishing the refreshing taste of milk to sooth his throat. He spitted it out immediately! It was so sour! Looking closely under the dimming light, he realised that almost the whole day had passed since he last milked the cows and the buckets of milk had turned bad!
Oh horrid horrid fate, he cried out loud, totally inconsolably by his family who crowded beside him. His indecision had caused nature to take the decision off his own hands! On hindsight, any decision made on his part seems better than the one that nature had forced upon him unwillingly. Oh horrid horrid fate...
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