Long ago, in the city of Lima Peru, there lived a baker. He was so stinky that he wouldn’t even give a stale crumb to the birds. His neighbor, on the other hand, was a kind man who was always glad to share the little he had. He cared more about making friends than he did about making money.The greedy baker was jealous of his cheerful neighbor. He grumbled, “How can he have so little and yet be so happy?” Every morning, the smell of cinnamon buns and sweet rolls drifted out of the bakery. The wind carried the wonderful aroma toward the neighbor’s house. As the poor neighbor sat on his porch eating stale bread, the sweet smell filled the air. He took a deep breath and sighed with happiness. As the baker watched, he thought, “The smell from my baked goods makes his stale bread taste delicious. That’s not fair. He should have to pay for such pleasure.” After seeing this happen, again and again, the baker went to his neighbor’s house and handed him a bill. “You want me to pay you? For what? I don’t have enough money to...