The Best Farmer on the Market

On Sunday morning the sun was shining. Sausage makers, bakers and all sorts of clever housewives were already setting up their stalls at the farmers' market.

Under the red and white striped roof, Mrs Rosebud built a beautiful pyramid of ketchups and a small tower of jars of tomato sauce. Then she decorated the whole thing with tomatoes. She loved tomatoes. She grew them, boiled them and now she entered them in the competition for the best farm product. She smiled at everyone and looked forward to today.

She also nicely said hello to Mrs Cooke, who was just unloading compotes, jams and marmalades on the table in her pink booth. All those jars looked wonderful. Purple, pink, orange... You'd be hungry for them right away. Mrs Cooke loved raspberries and strawberries and apricots and blueberries, and she also had a fondness for pickling. She was thrilled to see her creations succeed in today's competition.

Mr Offee's green stand also smelled great. Yesterday he ground coffee from Brazil, coffee from India and coffee from Africa, so that everyone could choose according to their taste. Mr Offee loved coffee beans, their smell, taste and strength so much that he grew them in Africa, India and even Brazil. He hoped that the jury would appreciate his scented coffee beans.

The market was slowly filling up with visitors. Today, the farmers' market was particularly busy because there was going to be a ceremony to announce the best farmer's product and the best farmer.

In a corner, on a plain wooden table under a yellow parasol, a little bee was setting out her glass cups of honey. She looked around shyly. She was afraid that no one would like her plain honey.

Gradually, a whole mass of people flocked to…