Mrs Smith loves flowers. She has a small but lovely garden. In spring, her flowers are always the best in her street. One day, a boy comes to her house. He is about seven years old and he has a lot of flowers in his hands. She opens the door and lets the boy in. But the boy doesn't get into her house. He asks, "Are you going to buy any flowers? They are very cheap. They are very good."

    "Oh, no, my boy, "Mrs Smith says, "I don't want to buy any flowers. I can get enough flowers in my garden."

    "But, I don't think so. You can't get any flowers in your garden now," says the boy. "All the flowers are in my hands."

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