Sweetly Does It
The local fair was in full swing, and it seemed like everyone from the entire district had gathered. There were stalls of every type.
Flossie was in charge of the sweet stall and had made different sorts just for the occasion. She had to make more than required, to allow for her helpers. “One for you, one for Flossie, and one for me” they’d said, as they sat around the table and helped pack.
“How did you get all this work done so quickly?” asked Best Badger later.
“Sweetly does it.” Flossie replied.
