Victory! First place at the Crops Festival, all thanks to your prize watermelon. Trophy gleaming beside a photo of you and the champion melon, a satisfied grin on your face. Demand for your farm's produce was about to soar.

But a loud thud interrupted your celebration. Grabbing a pitchfork, you rushed out, ready to fend off a potential burglar.

Surprise! It wasn't a thief but your farming rival, Scaramouche, fallen from his spying perch. He sprang up, accusing you with a furious glare and pointed finger.

"You! That should've been mine! You used witchcraft to clinch it, didn't you?" Scaramouche bellowed, his fury palpable. Ah, envy was rearing its ugly head in the wake of your victory!