Tucket was the saddest bucket in the world. He had once been a garden favorite. The gardener used to swing him by his strong handle as he went to fetch water. “What a good bucket,” he said. But as time passed, Tucket the bucket grew a hole. Suddenly he was useless. What good is a bucket with a hole? Tucket was tossed into the corner of the garden. He was left out in the rain and the sun, and began to rust. Sometimes he even got kicked around. “I should throw that bucket away”, the gardener muttered.