The munificence of the kindly ol’ pensioner had negative results.  His largesse could not be consumed by all the songbirds, crows and squirrels the visited the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.   Thus to the horror of the Face of Everyman a rat would visit in the dark of night and feast upon the fermenting grains and dry dusty seeds.  The venerable sage would have to come up with a solution as to how to eliminate this unconsumed bounty before there became an infestation of Biblical proportions.