Following 50-year-old Wendy had gotten back from excursion, she found her grass covered under a pile of rock by her neighbor, Tom. At the point when he wouldn’t fix it, Wendy formulated a splendid arrangement to make him lament.
At the point when Wendy returned home from Hawaii, she was unable to accept her eyes while seeing her grass transformed into a rock pit.
Raging, she faced Tom, who casually guaranteed it was for his redesign project and wouldn’t fix it. Not set in stone, Wendy went with a choice to assume control over issues.
She went through days pulling the rock back onto Tom’s carport. As Tom dissented, she tranquilly answered, “Simply returning what’s legitimately yours, Tom.”
With the assistance of companions, Wendy ‘freed’ Tom’s valued dwarf assortment, taking them on a town visit and reporting everything.
Rushed and humiliated, Tom would not pay for the harm. Wendy raised further by returning the elves in compromising positions just before Tom’s huge evening gathering, causing area tattle and Tom’s profound disappointment.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was a conveyance of compost to Tom’s yard, driving him to at long last propose to pay for Wendy’s grass fix.
Wendy then, at that point, facilitated a grill gathering, where Tom, presently lowered, filled in as the barbecue ace while the area delighted in photographs of the dwarf capers.