"What are you looking at?"
Having lingered outside for a while, Mrs. Song drew the attention of Mrs. Wen, who was now scattering the last handful of grains from her small basin onto the ground. Narrowing her eyes, she shot a glare at Mrs. Song.
"What, are some people like dogs, drawn towards anything they catch a scent of?"
Mrs. Wen scoffed.
Mrs. Song shrank back a bit.
Mrs. Wen was not someone she could afford to provoke. Even though Wen seemed to be getting older, the sharp look on her face suggested she could still bring Mrs. Song to her knees.
Once Mrs. Song had been chased down two streets by Mrs. Wen for greedily plucking the toon buds extending over Wen's yard wall in the spring. Moreover, Mrs. Wen had proceeded to pour the contents of her chamber pot at Mrs. Song's front door each evening. No change was brought about even when Mrs. Song returned the buds out of helplessness. Mrs. Wen continued to make Mrs. Song's life miserable.