"There is nothing more beautiful than the golden sea which spreads in all directions from my cupola. And best of all, it’s mine, all mine."

The speaker was the seated Mr. Barnes, high up in the cupola of his farm manor. His golden fields of wheat stretched out toward every horizon. The only other objects in sight were his barns; massive barns, bulging with the grain of past harvests.

A frown creased Mr. Barnes’ face. He lazily stroked the left ear of his faithful dog Ajax, who as always was stretched out beside his master.

"Where do we go from here?" the wealthy farmer asked of the world in general. Ajax expressed his concern and sympathy by wagging his white-tipped tail. His master sighed. "All that beautiful wheat and no place to put it." The dog looked up at his owner with soulful ey…