Far and wide the young man travelled in his search. One by one he added to his precious collection of seeds and saplings, but on the way home his ship was wrecked in a terrible storm. The next thing he remembered he was lying on a beach at the foot of a gently-sloping hill. Slowly he lifted his head and looked around. The large, dark-red leaves could not quite hide the heavy bunches of long, green berries with a delicate, almost see-through skin. A warm breeze tickled the young man's nose with the sweet smell of the ripe fruit.The young man picked a handful of the plump berries.
The skin split, and a honey-sweet juice trickled down his fingers. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. An elderly man was moving along the row, snipping off bunches of fruit with a pair of scissors and placing them carefully in a basket.