They collected all the clever people together in one room giving them wine and notepads.

One by one they expressed their ideas, made notes and tried to sound clever.
Even when they didn’t try to sound clever they always fought for their own piece of the pie.

One person entered who had baked a different pie and sat quietly eating it in the corner.

After a while all turned round as there was only one, the last, piece left of the new pie.

They all wanted to try it.

What pie would put you in such a position of piety?