She Sells Seashells By The Cheese Store.

Being the little entrepreneur that she is, Leah decided to set up a small roadside stand to sell some shells she found in the river. When I found out that she was paying some neighborhood kids a quarter per half hour to harvest the shells for her, I of course intervened and made her stop, telling her flat out that she was wasting her money, and would never see any kind of profit from such a foolhardy venture. Not being deterred she went on with her (now working for free) employees to set up across from the ever flowing traffic at the cheese store. Within fifteen minutes she had made back the money she had spent on set up, and was literally rolling in profit. People would come by and browse the shells (which she had divided into small, medium, large and extra large, each priced accordingly,) and give her five bucks for the pleasure of doing so. She enlisted her brother Quinn to call across the road to potential customers, which he did with so much enthusiasm that I had to once again curtail their endeavours, lest to my thinking people would be driven away by the caterwauling. They then developed such techniques as flag waving, bubble blowing and stand-up-in-the-wagon-riding-tricks, with which to draw in their clientele.

In the end, after having depleted only a small part of her stock, she and her friends from across the river spent part of their profits at the cheese store. Pop and chips and ice cream and god knows what else. Quinn retired early with a stomach ache. (Too much sugar and sun) Leah will likely spend the rest of the week (at school) dreaming up new ways to turn a profit.