As you can see, Elizabeth Orange was the type of person who liked to boast about their talents, in her case, planting things. She was also the type of person who, once starts to brag, cannot stop and goes on and on until the end of time. Luckily, Puck stopped her with a question. Well, maybe not so lucky. For her, anyway.
"You're the best, you say?"
" Of course I'm the best. The very best! So good you can't even -"
Puck cut her off. "Of course you are...but are you even better than Demeter?" He widened his eyes and looked at her, trying not to laugh. She was falling right into his trap.
Elizabeth paused, pondering the question. Was she better than Demeter when it came to gardening? Well, you don't see Demeter winning three 1st prize ribbons, do you? So,
"Yes. Yes, I am better than Demeter."
Meanwhile, up in heavens, Demeter was watching poor Elizabeth Orange talk to Puck. Did she not know what was coming for her? Puck surely had something nasty planned. She looked up and sighed.
"You're the best, you say?"
"Of course I'm the best. The very best! So good you can't even-"
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The Tale of Elizabeth Orange
Короткий рассказOnce upon a time there lived a young girl named Elizabeth Orange. Elizabeth was a gardener. Anywho, she was so good that Demeter would often look down from the heavens and admire her handwork. But is she as good as she think she is? Or will she be p...
