new life!” “I brought that one!” the donor exclaimed. Next came a rock. “That must be Stephen’s,” the teacher thought, since rocks do not symbolize new life. But Billy shouted that his rock had moss on it, and moss was new life. The teacher agreed. A butterfly flew from the third container, and another child bragged that her choice was best of all. The fourth container was empty. “That has to be Stephen’s,” thought the teacher, quickly reaching for the fifth. “Please, don’t skip mine!’ Stephen