The Interstellar Que

Transportedtoagarbage-filledplanetintheinterstellarera,JiYouwassopoorshewasnearlydiggingthesoiltoeat,but...thesoilwastoxicandinedible...Withnootherchoice,shehadtolowerherstandardsandpickuptrashandsellscrap,suchasthesebeautifulgrassseedsthatnoonewanted.Shegatheredthemandthreadedthemintobeadstosellonline.Butonceshepostedthemonline,someoneleftanegativereview:Sellinggrassseeds?Areyoucrazyformoney?Dayslater,thispersonwaspoundingthewallinregret:Ibegyou,sellmeagrassseedbead,justone!Justoneisenough.JiYoucoldlyresponded:Notselling!Andthentheresthesparklingstoneslyingalloverthestreetsthatnobodywanted.Shepickedthemup,polishedthemintobracelets,andsoldthemonline.Peoplelashedoutwiththeirwords:Sellingsuchbrokenrocks-haveyouneverseenmoney?Dayslater,thosesamepeoplewerecryingandwailing:Iwasblind,Iwassoshortsighted,tooverlooksuchbeautifulandprettystones.Ibegyou,sellmeone.JiYouspreadherhands:Gone.