Rosalina yawned and stretched as she sat up in bed.

"Rosa!" Her mother called. "I need you to run to the market for me."

Rosa sighed. "Yes, mum."

She got out of bed, changed quickly, and went to the kitchen. "Here," her mother said, handing her a few coins, "I need a bushel of apples."

Rosa nodded, and ran out, barefoot. She didn't like shoes. Her mother would yell at her when she got back, but she didn't care. Suddenly she stopped. "Mum!"

"What is it, Rosa?"

"Come quick!"

Her mother hurried out of the house and over to Rosalina. "What is it? What happened?"

"Look!" Rosa pointed to the wall that stood outside of her house. She'd seen it every day of her life; it was gray and ugly. But today it was full of color! Someone had painted it during the night!

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Her mother's eyes were wide. "Oh, someone will hang for this." She closed her eyes and swallowed. "Come back inside, Rosalina."

"But you said to-"

"I know, but we can live without a few apples. Come inside."

She led her daughter inside. Oh, when the king heard about this, he would be furious…and it wasn't even King Denethor, it was his son! Young, and inexperienced. He would be on the warpath … heads will roll… she thought.

Faramir crouched behind a dumpster, watching all this through a pair of binoculars. He picked up his walkie-talkie. "Boromir?"

There was a pause, then his walkie-talkie crackled to life. "Yeah, wassup, 'lil bro?"

Faramir rolled his eyes. "Could you please stop calling me that?"

"No! Now what've you got?"

Faramir sighed. "Well, this girl just walked out, and her mother just about blew her top, 'cos we painted the walls. She thinks you're about to murder whoever did it."

"Aw, don't believe rumors like that, Faramir! I'd never kill you! You're too entertaining! I would get bored!"

"Well that's good to know."

"You'd better come back to the castle, 'lil bro."

"How come?"

"You'll see!"

"What else do you have planned? Haven't we caused enough trouble for one week?"

Boromir gasped. "Faramir, one can never cause too much trouble! You've lived with me for your whole life, and you haven't figured that out yet?"

"I make an effort not to…"

"Bro, we've still got three days to cause trouble!"

"Doesn't mean we have to use them…"

"Sure we do!"

Faramir sighed. "Fine. What do you want to do now?"

"C'mon back and I'll tell you."

Faramir clicked his walkie-talkie off and headed back to the castle, dreading what his brother had planned.