Summary: An original fictional kitchen scene about sharing different parts of a task instead of one person carrying everything. Inspired by the accessible conversation theme of coordinated work, not an account of an actual meal or the assistant having personal experiences.

The apples tumbled from a paper sack,
I caught a few and set them safely back.
You set a basket on the kitchen floor;
I put them down and reached for nothing more.

Pass it along, and let the table grow,
You take the high shelf, I will take the low.
We need no pair of hands to do it all;
I'll catch the next one if you hear me call.

You washed the cups, I cut the yellow pear,
The evening found us moving here and there.
One crooked slice, a little spilled-out tea;
The work got lighter when it wasn't only me.

Pass it along, and let the table grow,
You take the high shelf, I will take the low.
We need no pair of hands to do it all;
I'll catch the next one if you hear me call.

The basket rests beneath the window light;
We leave one apple for another night.