THis is me,just after I had learned one of my first lessons in shrinking alone. I had asked the Old Lady Chase if I could have a taste of the fresh pinapple she was cutting up in her kitchen. She was always nice to me. Surely she would let me taste this new and wonderful smelling food she was preparing. She lived alone; who could she be planning to share it with if not me.

She sharply told me, "No, you don't ask for things. That's very rude."
She took me to my mother and told her that I had asked for what I wanted.
Mother scolded me again, telling me the same thing:
"It's terrible, horrible, awful to ask for what you want.