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She was really nervous but Suresh reassured her. "We will all be just
outside Uh-Oh's garden. If you need any help say the word jam really
loudly and we'll all storm in to help you."

"Okay." Nidhi braced herself and rang Uh-Oh's door bell. There were
butterflies fluttering in her tummy.

Uh-Oh opened the door. "What do you want little girl?" he growled .

Nidhi was terrified. She wanted to run away, but she tried to be brave.
Wordlessly, she held out the basket of strawberries.

"What's this supposed to be? Is this a prank?" He looked at the basket
suspiciously.

"The-the-they are st-st-strawbe-berries." Nidhi stuttered.

Uh-Oh did not understand a word she said, so he grabbed the basket from
her to take a look. "Oh these are strawberries." He said, confused. His tone
softened. "Are these for me?" He asked.

Nidhi had to fight back her tears. "Yes they are are for you. My mother
grows strawberries in her garden and gives some to the neighbours every
year."

"Oh! Thank you very much little girl." Uh-oh seemed to be at a loss for
words and blinked.

Encouraged by Uh-Oh's change in attitude, Nidhi plodded on. "I also got
you this." She said holding up the strawberry runner.

"A strawberry runner!" Uh-Oh was surprised.

"I saw you gardening some time ago, and thought you may like to grow
some."

Uh-Oh blushed. "I do love strawberries. Thank you very much little lady. I
was hoping to plant strawberries this year." Then he added tentatively,
"There are no good guavas left any more, but I could offer you a cookie ...
that is if your mother won't mind."

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