"You lost, James, you haveto be my servant." nine-year-old Lily Luna smiled.

"What do I have to do?" James asked sulking.

"You must feed me grapes while I sit down on this chair, basking in the moonlight." Lily sat down on the chair.

"You mean sunlight. And no way am I feeding you," James snarled.

"You must, or I'll tell Mum that you stole-"

"Alright! Alright! I'll feed you grapes and do the other stupid things for you," James put his hands up in surrender.

"Excellent," Lily smirked; she was a clever little girl.

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