The two buckets.
There were two buckets, one old and full of holes, and one new. A dairy farmer sat on the old bucket, overturned to serve as a stool, while she milked her cow, using the new bucket to catch the milk.
“This is the life!” spoke the new bucket to the old, “I am filled! I can feel the pressure of the milk against my ribs, the warmth and vitality of it gives me hope in this world.”
“Do you really, ” asked the old bucket to the new, “not know your fate? But no matter, it comes quite soon. I hope only that you will be just as glad for it as you are now.”
A bucket is filled that it may be emptied.