Esmerelda picked another flower. Mrs. Gertrude told her to stop picking flowers, and that if she picked another one, she'd be punished. And since Esmerelda didn't obey, she chose punishment. Mrs. Gertrude hobbled out to the shed in the back and returned to the front yard donning gloves and with a shovel and pail in her hands.
Mrs. Gertrude dug a hole right in the middle of her lawn, about as deep as half Esmerelda's height, and exactly Esmerelda's width. Then she tossed the shovel aside, heaved Esmerelda up above her head, then planted her straight into the hole. Despite flailing as hard as she could flail, Esmerelda could not shake Mrs. Gertrude's grip. She found herself stuck leg-deep in a hole in the middle of Mrs. Gertrude's lawn for all to see.
Mrs. Gertrude dug a hole right in the middle of her lawn, about as deep as half Esmerelda's height, and exactly Esmerelda's width. Then she tossed the shovel aside, heaved Esmerelda up above her head, then planted her straight into the hole. Despite flailing as hard as she could flail, Esmerelda could not shake Mrs. Gertrude's grip. She found herself stuck leg-deep in a hole in the middle of Mrs. Gertrude's lawn for all to see.
"If you won't let me display my flowers for the neighbors, then you'll have to do!" Mrs. Gertrude said. And from that day on, instead of watering her flower bed, Mrs. Gertrude watered Esmerelda.
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