“I see the flaw right there,” Maria said. She had been contracted by the town of Cliffside to fix a problem with their new park.
“Oh you are good! What do you see already?” Malcolm, Cliffside’s resident park designer, asked. He was eager to fix the problem that had sat beyond description for some weeks now.
“Well, Cliffside is quite an apt name, eh?” Maria asked.
“We are an honest town, ma’am.” Malcolm replied.
“Maybe the hopscotch court and the dog run should not end right at the edge,” Maria saved the day.
“You’re a genius!” Malcolm went to work.