The blonde was walking around the streets of the village, as the sun beat down on his skin. His master had told him to pick up some ginger roots and red cabbage, so here he was in the bustling streets with his brothers. Looking through the stands, his eye caught the shiny hairclip. Heading to the jewels, the elder woman smiled at him.
"Hello there, child," she greeted, "Such a pretty girl you are. Which do you like? Grandma will give it to you for cheap."
"But I am a boy," he pouted, but he pointed at the different colored jeweled hairpin, "How much is it?"
"One gold coin," the lady said but paused, "Since you are such a pretty girl, you can have it for two silvers."
