"Mars! Look at those flowers. Aren't they pretty?" A little girl looks at a flower in my garden with wonder in her wide eyes and chimes to Merci, who claps his hands and shakes his booty as he giggles, "Pweety. Pweety."
"My grandma has a garden, you know." She is the same girl from whose plate I caught Merci stealing a cheese slice yesterday. Throwing her hand over my brother's shoulder, she tells him, "There are many beautiful flowers, but I have never seen one like this before in my village. When I was there, I used to water the trees, and she sold them in the market to bring me fruits and milk."
Merci listens to her with his mouth open and eyes holding curiosity. He has no idea what she is telling him but wishes to talk like her one day. The rest of the six approaches the duo with a f
