Fred sighed. “It is not cake. We are trying to sell strawberries.”

“Oh, but, there are masses of free strawberries in the field at the back,” said his aunt. “You won’t sell any, Fred. ”

As they strolled off Fred heard Uncle Bill say, “I think young Fred is onto a loser there — not much of a head for business, has he?”
 

“And his sign, it looks nothing like a strawberry,”    muttered Aunt Clara.