On a cannibal island somewhere in the pacific there was a berry collector, his name was Hubert. Hubert had a slim built with gaunt legs, thin hair and a hoarse voice, he was weak, and ever since a young age he was put on berry collection, which compared to a meat gatherer in a cannibal society was perceived as a degrading duty. Yet, Hubert always kept his head high and picked berries with pride, he believed that he lived in “the best of all possible worlds”; he truly thought that everything that happens is ultimately for the best. Of coarse the problem was that no matter what he did, no matter how hard he worked to pick berries for his clan, he was always the butt of jokes, he was regularly pushed around, always the last one to get picked to play cannibal ball. He was a loser.

One day while doing a regular sweep near the coast (because this is the place where the plumpest berries grew) he was confronted by a group of meat gatherers with Barry at the head of group. Barry the meat gatherer, he was the most arrogant, loud, egocentric cannibal Hubert had ever met, he didn’t believe in anything or anyone but himself, he was ungrateful, yet, oddly enough, everything seemed to be going his way, he was tall, handsome, built like a true cannibal with broad shoulders and powerful arms and legs, he was the captain of the young meat gatherers, adored by everyone, favoured by the elders. Barry was everything Hubert was not.

So the cannibals started pushing Hubert around, saying mean things, and eating his berries, throwing them on the floor. Hubert knew that fighting back was inadvisable, so he just let the meat gatherers abuse him, and just as Hubert had thought the cannibals became bored by the passive Hubert and they eventually left. Unfortunately, they had dumped most his berries and stomped all over them, so, Hubert had to start all over again. He knew another place half way across the island, there the berries were not as plump but he could be left alone. He left immediately, he was walking by the shore, with the hot sand at his feet, with the sun in his face and the wind at his back, he lost most of his berries but he felt very good, he felt that things were soon going to be made right. He was happy. He walked.