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In a quaint, sunlit village, an old man plants a fig tree in his garden with deliberate care. A young man, holding a piece of cardboard with scribbled questions, approaches and reads aloud, “Why plant an old fig tree? You’ll never get to eat its fruit.” The old man, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow, takes a moment to glance at the young man and the cardboard sign. With a chuckle, he replies, “Maybe you should consider making a cardboard cutout of your own business instead.”