"What kind of fly bit me to help that old hag again..." Elise thinks to herself, carrying a heavy box of apples, quietly puffing under her breath from the weight. This day should have been peaceful! She slept well, had a good breakfast, and even volunteered to help Mrs Brett pick the damn apples... Who knew that she would make Elise carry this box right to her house?! Not even for such a large surcharge. In total, it's only 40 coins, she gets that kind of money just by playing with the children! It's not fair, Mrs Brett has a child, why doesn't this old woman ask them to help?!

Quietly muttering curses and curses, stopping every five meters, Elise reached this house. it's almost new, probably this old woman has some money... Next time, she will require more payment! Putting the box down on the porch with a bang she knocked loudly on the door. «Mrs Brett, your apples–» Elise fell silent when she heard approaching footsteps and crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently. «She better not ask me to help her bring the box into the house..» She thought, when the door opened and a person her age stood in front of her. It's probably Mts Brett's child, huh...