Question

My turn.....

Across the blue sky, gray clouds could be seen in the north, indicating an approaching storm. This news brought dismay to everyone, especially the vendors who had set up their booths to sell their wares. The rain had only stopped that morning and had already caused significant damage. Puddles had formed, and every time someone ran or children jumped in them, water splashed everywhere. The horses only added to the mess. The prospect of more rain made the situation even worse, as it would create even more waterlogged conditions. Everyone, except for the guards and a few working men, would seek shelter in their homes. This left the vendors in a difficult position, wondering how they were supposed to make a living if no one ventured out to buy from them. Occasionally, a passing wagon or two might come by, but the likelihood of a purchase was doubtful.
To add to their frustration, just half an hour before, the guards had attempted to arrest a vendor for theft. The poor man swiftly fled, causing chaos in his wake. He knocked over people's booths, trampled over fruits, and even knocked some people down in the process. Some of the individuals who had previously been cheated by him found amusement in the situation. The ones responsible for reporting him happened to be the king's son and the grandson of a general. They may have appeared like ordinary peasants, but they had guards standing nearby who knew about the vendor's dishonest practices. It was their decision to put an end to his cheating ways. The two young men laughed throughout the whole ordeal, even when the general's grandson was knocked over. But he was never caught, which brought disapproval from all, save the angry vendors. Now, many of the vendors were closing up until the rain would stop.

"Hey," a voice called out, "I need you to sell me some fruit." It was a person passing through.

"Nope," replied the vendor. "I am not selling anything to anyone. Big or small, king or queen. I am done."

Answer 1

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The passerby looked confused, his eyebrows furrowing. "But why? The rain hasn't started yet, and surely there are still people who might want to buy from you."

The vendor let out a bitter laugh, gesturing to the deserted marketplace. "Look around you, friend. No one's out here. Everyone is seeking shelter, and who can blame them? Even if I wanted to sell, there'd be no customers."

The passerby sighed, sympathizing with the vendor's frustration. "I understand how tough things are right now, but perhaps this storm will pass quickly. And then, people will come flocking back, looking to buy."

The vendor shook his head, his voice tinged with defeat. "That's what I used to believe. But every time there's a storm, it takes days for things to get back to normal. By then, most of my goods have gone bad, and the profit I'd make isn't worth it. It's better for me to cut my losses and wait for the storm to be over."

The passerby nodded, understanding the vendor's reasoning. "I see. Well, I wish you the best of luck. Hopefully, when the rain stops, you'll be able to resume your business."

"Thank you," the vendor replied, sounding a little more hopeful. "I hope so too. Till then, I'll just sit here and wait."

As the passerby continued on his way, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for the vendors and all those affected by the storm. He hoped that the rain would stop soon and that life could return to normal for them.