"No! This fruit can't be eaten!"
A dispute occurred in front of a fruit stall on the North Street.
I saw a girl with a broad mind, like an old hen guarding her chickens, blocking the other two girls, one big and one small, behind her. In front of her, a boss who looked fierce was staring at her, looking like he wanted to eat her.
Seeing that more and more people gathered around to watch the activity, they didn't want to cause trouble to the manager, so they pulled the crow's arm anxiously.
"Crow crow, that... we won't buy it."
Looking at the tit for tat crows and the fruit stall owner, hiding