She haggled: “6 eggs for $1.25 or I’m leaving.” Seller agreed.

on, Madam. A seasoned negotiator, she inspected the eggs, scrutinizing each one. Satisfied, she handed over a weathered dollar bill, the transaction sealed with a nod.

As she turned to leave, the old seller, with a twinkle in his eye, said, “Wait, I’ve a tale for you.” Intrigued, she paused.

Years ago, he began, this bustling marketplace was not just a hub for barter but a place where stories unfolded. He spoke of the old oak tree in the corner, witness to countless tales, and how each egg carried a piece of that history.

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