The Market-Place We got into the town early in the morning. The sun was rising above the roofs painted them in gray and purple. I lay on the back seat so I couldn't say what part of the town we were passing. When the car stopped and we got out I see the market-place and a girl sitting on a bench with a book on her lap. The streets have watered and they smelled of the early morning. The sunlight reflecting from the pillow gave ache in my eyes, so I put on my sunglasses. All the way to the market-place, father told about seeds, which were good and which were bad. He had told it to us when we were at home and now he just wanted to make sure we got it right. There was not much people because of it was early in the morning, so we strolled slowly among counters. My mother chose only the best goods. When we come to the counter with seeds she asked: "Do you have any chili seeds?" The seller was polite, but it was evident that he had recently got up and his hair was disheveled in several places. "Of course, we have." We bought what we need to and turned back to the car. In the middle of the way my father stopped sharply and cry: "I forgot about feed for the chickens!" We returned to the market. There were getting crowded now. Father knew a shop where we could to bay some feed, and we went to it. I saw the door of the shop closed and father pushed a button that rang a bell. We heard it inside the doors. We were waiting for a while then a girl opened the door. We knew each other so she let us in. It was cool here after a hot street. When we finished our shopping and returned home where we were waiting for work in the garden.