There is a small Buddhist temple in our neighborhood. It was once a home and boasts a nice pear tree in the front yard. It's a throwback to a bygone era when every family had fruit-bearing tree in their yard. The monks don't harvest the pears, they simply rake them into a pile and let them rot.
Kyle recently happened to be driving past when one of the monks was outside. (This is the point in the story where I envision the car coming to a screeching halt.) When Kyle asked about the tree the monk told him he could pick "unlimited" pears.
So, while I was at work Kyle loaded up the girls and a bucket in the wagon and carried a step ladder over to the temple. The yield was about about five gallons of pears.