The balloon seller, walked down his usual paths, selling his wares, in his usual way:
Get these balloons for all the good children
And not for those, who break stuff and away run.
Come ye. Come all. Get these balloons from me
and gift it to your boys and girls who have a good story
And his usual way, unfortunately for the parents, was alongside schools and parks. On hearing his song, children would look at their parents for a judgement of behaviour. And in order to pacify them, the fathers and mothers would buy balloons for their children.
The son of the balloon maker, who walked alongside with the entrepreneur, looked up at his father, hoping that at least today, he had behaved good enough to get a balloon for himself.
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