There was a watermelon seller. The nobles loved her because she sold the sweetest watermelons. She could always produce the best watermelons any time of the year, even when no one else has has any stock.
She could always produce the watermelons even on short notice, it was as if she made them appear magically.
And she would only sell her sweet watermelons to the nobles.
The peasants on the other hand hates her for forcing them to eat the rotten watermelons.
And the farmers hates her even more, for stealing their watermelons.
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