Competition
It all started one day Nellie Lovett was standing at the counter of Pettigrew's Pie Shop. She was busily mixing a bowl full of flour and water, almost ready to be made into a pie crust. She had no customers all day.
Times were so hard these days. No one really went to Pettigrew's to have a bite to eat anymore. What was wrong with the pies? The taste? Smell? Or was it the type of meat she they used? Nellie Lovett was a widow of Albert Lovett. A butcher of Pettigrew's who was recently deceased.
Nellie missed Albert so much. Ever since Albert died, Pettigrew's popularity went down. It was probably because of the type of meat they used. Mr. Lovett could find some of the best cows for the meat in the pies.
Now since Albert died the job was left to Mr. Pettigrew the husband of Mrs. Pettigrew who was the owner of the shop. Mr. Pettigrew was a bit slow in the head, he could never get his tasks done unless he had someone to help him.
He could never find a single decent cow for the meat. Either they were too skinny or they were a dead, rotten carcass. So instead he used lamb as a meat. But when the pies were done and made, no one seemed to like the new version of Pettigrew's Pies. Then, the popularity went down.
Nellie Lovett was the only employee working at the shop. When she wasn't making pies, she was doing many of the thousand, unnecessary tasks that Mrs. Pettigrew assigned her.
Mrs. Pettigrew was a aging old middle-aged woman. She was always complaining that Nellie was a lazy old cow and she could never do anything right, which was completely untrue.
"Nellie bring me a pie, I'm hungry" said Mrs. Pettigrew, sitting in a chair knitting. "Yes, Mrs. Pettigrew" Nellie opened the oven door and got out a piping hot tray of pies. She didn't see where Mrs. Pettigrew's angry, fat cat, Mittens, was on the floor playing with a mouse he caught.
Instead Mrs. Lovett stepped on Mittens' tail. Mittens then let out a horrified screech. Mrs. Lovett fell on the floor and dropped all of the pies. "Oh Mittens!" Mrs. Pettigrew jumped up from her seat.
As Nellie started to get up, Pettigrew shoved her out of the way and picked up Mittens. "Oh…poor baby" she cuddled her cat. "Eleanor!" Nellie jumped at the sound of Mrs. Pettigrew's voice. "How could you be so careless?" she almost shouted.
"I'm sorry ma'm I didn't see 'im." she glared at the cat and picked up all of the pies. "Well, be more careful you silly cow." she sat Mittens down on the floor and petted him. "Hopefully when the new arrival comes, we'll have less mistakes around here."
With that Mrs. Pettigrew left the room in a huff.
As Nellie picked up all of the pies, she thought for a moment. "Wait…. new arrival?"
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