Farmer Andrew walked into his home with a puffed chest. "Look Marian, won myself a blue ribbon," he beamed.
"Biggest pumpkin in the whole village," he continued, pointing to the vegetable in his hand cart.
"You should have seen the others, Marian. Wee little things; they were no match for my winner!" He circled the table smirking in delight.
"Now now, Andrew. Pride is never a good thing, honey."
"Pah! You shuda seen their faces Marian, you shouda seen their faces. I'm gonna sleep a happy man tonight."
Marian shook her head, "What would you like for dinner?"
"Why, my prized pumpkin of course! Make us some stew," said Andrew, still smiling. That night, Andrew devoured his prized pumpkin for supper, unwittingly swallowing his pride.