The birds sang as a peaceful choir as the bright warm sun rose. In a small warm cottage lived a woman named Citrus. She was always proud of her work and thought she was the best farmer of her time.

Every icy morning she would water and plant crops so they could grow into something that was blossoming with fruits and vegetables. Her foods were just enough to make your tongue dance with the fresh, cool flavors.

What she hated most was the people who watched her as she worked. “Get a job, stop sitting around just watching me work,” she would say.

One cold morning, she put on her furry jacket which hugged her with immediate warmth then headed outside. She had taken care of her crops for days and the sight of her fully grown plants made her fill with delight.

The next morning, while she was looking at her tower-high plants she was positive that she was the best farmer ever, even better than Demeter.  She shouted to the people, “My crops are better than Demeter’s as you can see.”

Suddenly, all the vegetation started to look like it had not been watered for weeks. Citrus stood shocked as the plants made a v shape from the layers of crops and Demeter came flying out. She had her brows in a narrow position like when someone is frustrated.

“How dare you shout such rude things. How would you know that your crops are better than all of mine,” questioned Demeter.

 Citrus responded, “Can’t you see all my crops growing so bright?” Just then, Demeter thought of a smart way to prove her wrong. “Why don’t we settle this with a challenge,” said Demeter, “We can have a race to see who puts the seeds into the ground the fastest.”