“Good morning, Mother! May I start heading over to the fair now?” said Dinh, hoping that he did not …show more content…
But, instead of moping around and just throwing them on the clothesline, he picked up all the clothes, and hung them up as fast as he could. Finally, after hanging up the last pair of pants, the last shirt, and even the last sock, he dropped the basket as soon as he was finished, and bolted through the house leaving for the fair. When he got outside, he could hear many people walking to the fair, and their conversations about how excited they are. But, this just made him run even faster, so that he could get there before them. As he was running, he could hear the laughter of the fair and the smells of all the food. But behind all of that, he could hear the cries of help of an old woman. Dinh looked over and he saw an elderly woman saying help, looking over all her spilled groceries. As soon as he saw this, he ran toward her faster than he ran out the door to get to the fair. He knew in his mind that it would slow him down, and the lantern may not be there, but he would rather help someone than get a lantern. “Are you okay?” he asked with concern. “Yes, honey,” she said sweetly “I just dropped all of my groceries and it is very important for me to get them. It’s for something very special, and there was only one golden pepper …show more content…
Just as he was about to leave, he recognized a voice. “Where are you going?” asked the same old woman that he helped earlier “You looked like you were very excited to come to this place, whatever you wanted.” “Oh, it’s ok, I didn’t win anyway.” “Were you trying to win that dragon lantern?” the old woman asked pointing to the huge dragon lantern. Dinh nodded. “You know that, that stand is run by my son, and I think he did not give you what you deserve.” They started walking towards the stand once more, and the shopkeeper, the old lady’s son, started to turn white as a ghost in fear. “Did you not give this nice little boy the prize that he deserved?” she asked in a very stern voice.” “No, ma’am,” said the standowner. “Well you better now then, or you will not get any of my special soup I’m selling over there with the golden peppers.” “Not the golden pepper soup!” the old woman’s son complained. “Only if you give this nice, young man his