Everyone in the marketplace hates the little girl. Not yet ten years old, and far from having outgrown the sweet innocence of childhood, she earns only open contempt from the grownups who have shops in the market. The reason is simple. She lies about everything. "Hey, mister, I just saw a burglar go into your house!" "Look, lady, everything just fell off your shelves!" "Hey, everybody, did you hear what the traveler said? Bandits are planning to attack this market!" Even the most harmless white lies can be annoying if repeated often enough, and the shopkeepers have found themselves growing angry. End