Jacquelyn looked up from the dirt. A loud caravan had come into town, bringing with it exotic foreign performers. Jacquelyn got up from her sitting position, and wiped the red chalk off her forearms. Despite how sympathy inducing and coin obtaining that ploy was, it'll have to wait.

"Hello?" she called out to a girl of about 10-12. 

"Whudduyawant?" The other girl mumbled back.

"Would you like to play a game? It's easy. We tell each other riddles. The one who can't answer loses, and gives the winner all the money they have."

"Okay," the other girl responded, slightly skeptically.

"Very well. I'll begin. I am a red bird-"

"No, you're a person."

"It's part of the riddle. I'll start again. I am a red bird who flies between thirty white horsemen. What am I?"

The other girl thought for a minute, scrunching up her face. It was obvious she lacked the mental capacity to solve this riddle. Jacquelyn struggled to contain her laughter, knowing that the moment she chuckled a bit at this, she loses her opportunity for a substantial coin gathering.