When the master and his servant examined the mother tree into which the "wild" Gentile branches had been grafted, they found it producing all sorts of fruit instead of the tame or good fruit which had been so abundantly present before. The master tasted the various kinds of fruit and sorrowfully remarked that while the mother tree had responded to care and cultivation in the past and even produced much good fruit, there was not any of it that was good now. Instead, there was all kinds of bad fruit which was of no profit to the master whatever. And this in spite of all their labor. The master said "it grieveth me" to lose this tree.