A stranger in the road

Bindi became interested in what possible favor this stranger wanted. "Delicate, would not be the word I use to discribe myself" she said harshly. "Nevertheless continue on, don't leave me guessing your favor" she said anxiously wanting to know what this stranger hand in mind. Bindi would do much in return for the berries, but she could never agree to do this favor if she didn't know what it was.