High in the hills in a lonely little village there once lived a Baker. The Baker supplied all the bread for the people living in his little village everyday and everyone knew and loved his smile and friendly nature. As is often the case, there lived a few families in and around the village who were too poor to even buy bread, but at the end of each day's work the Baker would lay out what was left of his unsold loaves for the poor of the village. The children of those poor families would all gather around the door of the bakery and, as the Baker laid out the bread on the table, all the children would rush to gain their prize. The Baker was always firm in his rule that each child could take one loaf and only one loaf, as, if any of them took more, there would not be enough to go around. The Baker always watched with a little sadness as the biggest and strongest boys would push their way forward to grab the largest loaves of bread. Inevitably the smallest children were left with the smallest loaves.
