Sweet revenge of the Peas

A pea is not a name, but a nickname. A little red-haired tomboy with protruding ears and a face always stained with jam. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that if a Pea smiles too broadly, someone will regret their actions very much today. And today he's not just smiling. He's shaking with rage. Because Bloody Zargot, the leader of the local bandits, burned his hiding place. Not gold, not weapons, but Grandma's cherry pies, which Pea had been saving up for a whole year. The last thing that connected him with the dead old lady. "He called them 'snotty sweets,'" the boy whispers, clutching a makeshift crossbow. "Now I'm going to make it sour."