The Grunt family owns and operates a large farm on the edge of Macadamia Grove. Their main crops are apples, corn and macadamia nuts, however Mrs Grunt and her daughter Olivia are interested in growing other fruits as well. The farm's produce can be found for sale in the local Supermarket, and other local restaurants and food businesses also use their produce.
Inevitably though, there is always some beautiful fresh produce left over, and it was Olivia's idea that it would be a good idea to run a fruit stand outside their house on the weekends. Her father agreed to build it, but decided a wagon would be a better design, so that it could be moved around easily if they ever wanted to sell at a local fair or similar.
Last weekend, the Fruit Wagon opened for business. Olivia was very excited. She hoped to be in charge of this little weekend business eventually, but her father felt he should be in charge this first time.
"When you have learned enough to be in charge, you and Hugh can run the stand yourselves, and keep the profits from it," he said. "But first you will need to learn the ropes. You will have to learn to weigh the fruit, work out the prices, and deal carefully with the money. But most importantly, you will need to learn to look after your customers."
Hugh was also quite interested in the fruit stand idea (mostly as he liked the idea of having more pocket money), and he cheerfully did his part to help set up. He had always been less enthusiastic about farm work than his sister though, and Olivia noticed he had brought a book outside with him. She wondered how much help he would be in the long term. She had to admit that he had done a lovely job of the sign, although she did wonder why he had drawn bananas.
"We don't grow bananas," she pointed out.
"Yes, but I am good at drawing bananas," Hugh answered. "Anyway, does it matter?"
"I suppose not." Olivia rolled her eyes and gave up. The sign did look nice.
They had just finished getting everything in place, when Olivia spotted some potential customers. Elinor Fletcher was out for a walk with her daughter Merida and the little twins. Olivia waved. Mrs Fletcher looked interested and trotted over.