Well, when they arrive at the peach orchard, Griselda decided she didn't like eating peaches anymore, but she did make sure to complain loudly, for the entire orchard to hear, how hungry she was.
"Well what's going on here?" A booming voice sounded from behind the family. The orchard director, Mr. Fuzzskin, approached wearing his typical bright orange and yellow tuxedo, complete with top hat and cane.
"Oh! Mr. Director sir, please forgive us, we've been having a little bit of trouble with Griselda here. You see, she loves eating peaches at home, and so for a family outing, we thought it'd be a nice idea to --"
The director rapped both Mr. And Mrs. Pliarie on the heads, then turned to Griselda and asked "what's the meaning of this little girl? Not eating your peaches? At MY peach orchard? Why, no one disapproves of Director Fuzzskin's preaches, it simple isn't heard of!
Griselda had been carrying her single peach this entire time, refusing to eat it. At the director's question she began screaming even louder, and longer, until she took a breath and the entire orchard was silent.
"Now listen here little miss." The director said. "I can tell you're sad about something. I don't know what it is, and I don't really care. The here orchard is the finest in the valley, and I'll have no more of this behavior on my property. Do you understand?" He asked, glaring sternly at the little girl.
Griselda met his eyes, and after some time she couldn't keep her menacing stare any longer. It softened, she looked down, and nodded in response to his question. The director picked his head up, and with eyes still on her said "Good."
Griselda looked back up, and before turning away, Director Fuzzskin made his final remark to the girl, "Eat now, or forever hold your peach!"
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