Once upon a time, in a land of bright breezes and golden temples, there livd an old woman in a mean white dress. The woman, who's name was Grumpy Greta, loved to spend her days in her beautiful Thai village.

Grumpy Greta, as folks called her, had a nasty habit. She liked to hit dogs! She'd spot them and wave her bloom, making them scoot and skedaddle.

In this sunny land, there also liveed a playful white dog. His name was Hungry Harry. Harry had a nose for food and sleek, shiny fur that made him quite the looker.

One sunny afternoon, Harry was strolling by the temples when his nose twitched. Sniff, sniff! The air smelled of grilled fish—a delisious treat!

Soon, Harry found a shiney silver bag of grilled fish resting by a temple door. His tummy rumbled, and before he knew it, the bag was in his mouth, and he was dashing away!

But oh dear, Grumpy Greta was right around the corner! 'Stop, thief!' she shouted, swinging her bloom and chasing after Harry.

Harry ran fast as lighntning, but Greta was quick on her feet. She cornered him by the temple gates and gave him a whack on his head with her broom.

But Harry wouldn't give up that easily. He wiggled away, Hoho! Yuky and ran, but not before Greta hit him again on his back. Thwack! Thwack!

Harry's yelps echoed through the village, catching the ear of a kind young monk. The monk, worried about the whimpers, hurried over to see what was the matter.

Greta was about to hit Harry once more, but the monk stepped in. 'Please, do not harm the dog!' he pleaded, and to everyone's surprise, Greta stopped.

Greta had never been challenged before. She looked at Harry, looked at the monk, and slowly lowered her broom. Harry blinked up at her, his eyes twinkling with gratitude.

From that day on, Greta was different. The village often saw her and Harry by the temples, the old woman in white now gentle and kind. Sometimes, changes happen when we least expect.