Brigit

Brigit was a nice girl, about nineteen years of age. Living with her parents, she was in charge of the garden.  She struggled every day to rid her tomatoes of horrid beetles that turned the tomato flesh to rot.  Lately, the beasts had gotten the better of her, "Why won't you go bother someone else's garden, then I would be able to eat tomatoes and not have to bother with you!"  She moaned.  Brigit hated the garden, she disliked dirt and filth.  She decided to go to the stream.  "I hate tomatoes."  She gritted her teeth, flicked off a miniscule beetle, stomped on it, and grinned a rare smile as it squished.
Walking to the stream, she saw a little boy, the bottom of his trousers was a bit wet.  He was carrying something carefully in his palms, it glinted a bit.  Brigit nodded at the boy and made her way to the stream.  She gave a contented sigh as she shook her long auborn hair free of its tie and washed her arms and feet off in the stream.  As she made her way back to her house, she saw a group of people excitedly talking.  Thinking nothing of it she returned to her garden and the rotting tomatoes.  Taking a bucket of water, she doused the plants and squished the scurrying beetles.  Triumphant, she went inside, forgetting all about the little boy and his find.  That was her big mistake