There was once a small house on a lonely hill in which homed a cranky, middle-aged man by the name of Mr. Topher. He had a notably horrible temper and mostly lost his tolerance when it came to younger people, especially children. He was as unapproachable as a raging fire and terrified by all of his neighboring townsman mainly of his rude behavior, and his enjoyment of scaring children on the holidays. Though he did not seem to love anything, the only thing that the grumpy man was fond of was his plants. He had loved his garden in his front yard, but lost the motivation tot take care of it as he got older. 

That was until one early afternoon, he went to his front lawn to see the garden he had stopped taking care of long ago. He was angered yet surprised to find a small girl with dark, tangled locks pulling at his weeds. 

" What are you doing to my flowers!" He snapped at her, his face somewhat resembled a snarling dog. The tiny girl smiled kindly at him and said, 

" Well Mr. Topher, they are dead and need to be replanted again, don't you think?" 

" No they don't!"

" Yes they do." 

" No!"

" Yes."

She turned back to working on his flowers, humming a tune to a song, while Mr. Topher just stood there, scowling at her. She was a stubborn mule, that left him with no room to argue with her.

Mr. Topher had taken note of the girl over the course of the next few hours while she planted seeds.

He asked her roughly, "What is your name?"

She looked as surprised as him when he asked that question, mainly because he never attempted to make conversation. 

" It is Chepa, sir. And your name is Mr. Topher. I know of you because everyone talks about you at my school. They say you are mean but I don't think so. I think it's because you aren't used to having someone around." 

What Chepa was saying, was in fact in the most honest form. Mr. Topher had never wed any wife, or had any children of his own, and often was envious of people who had those exact things. But certainly, this small girl had known a lot about him, even just after a couple hours of meeting him. 

" You know Mr. Topher, I think you can always start with getting to know someone." Chepa had exclaimed to him, pushing out a small shovel into his direction. 

" You can start with me, Mr. Topher. "

He looked at her then to the shovel, grabbed it and said, " Okay."