an exerpt from the novel "the bean trees" by barbara kingsolver.
(ok... just to give a tiny background, Turtle is a three year old girl, and Estevan is one of the people who came over for dinner, and they are eating with chopsticks)
"Turtle, wielding a chopstick in each hand, had managed to pick up a chunk of pineapple. Little by little she moved it upward toward her wide-open mouth, but the sticks were longer than her arms. The pineapple hung in the air over her head and then fell behind her onto the floor. We laughed and cheered her on, but Turtle was so startled she cried. I picked her up and held her on my lap.
'Tortolita, let me tell you a story,' Estevan said. 'This is a South American story about heaven and hell. If you go to visit hell, you will see a room like this kitchen. There is a pot of delicious stew on the table, with the most delicate aroma you can imagine. All around, people sit, like us. Only they are dying of starvation. They are jibbering and jabbering, but they cannot get a bite of this wonderful stew God has made for them. Now, why is that? They are starving because they only have spoons with very long handles. As long as that.' He pointed to the mop, which I had forgotten to put away. ' With these ridiculous, terrible spoons, the people in hell can reach into the pot but they cannot put the food in their mouths. Oh, how hungry they are! Oh, how they swear and curse each other!
'Now,' he went on, 'you can go and visit heaven. What? You see a room just like the first one, the same table, the same pot of stew, the same spoons as long as a sponge mop. But these people are all happy and fat.'
'Real fat, or do you mean just well-fed?' Lou Ann asked.
'Just well-fed,' he said. 'Perfectly magnificently well-fed, and very happy. Why do you think?'
He pinched up a chunk of pineapple in his chopsticks, neat as you please, and reached all the way across the table to offer it to Turtle. She took it like a newborn bird."
