Beside the quiet, country road, the old cart is put to use again, selling the last of the plentiful pumpkin harvest. The crowded cart waits patiently for the honest passerby to pause long enough to make their selection.
The faith in the unknown stranger and trust in the quality of the goods is as out of place in the modern world as the cart, and yet the faith is well-placed. The farmer will return tonight to an empty cart and a full cash box. His trust rewarded.