The police received a report about ille:gal trading taking place at a crowded street corner and hurried to the scene.

But when they arrived, all they found was a frail elderly woman standing beside a wooden crate filled with fresh vegetables — and the urgency in their eyes softened.

The old woman stood quietly, her tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers lined up with care. Her blouse was worn thin, her skirt faded by years under the sun.

“Ma’am, you know that selling goods on the street is prohibited, right?” one officer asked gently.

“I do, officer,” she replied softly, lowering her gaze.

“But my son is sick. I just need enough money for his medicine. I grew these vegetables myself — I’m not doing anything wrong.”

The officers exchanged uneasy glances. Technically, she was breaking the law, but it was hard to scold someone who looked so helpless.

“We’ll let it go this time,” the senior officer said kindly.

“But please, ma’am, try to find another way to earn a living. Not every officer will be this forgiving.”

“Yes, of course,” she nodded quickly, almost anxiously, as if she wanted them to leave.

“Well, since we’re already here,” the younger officer smiled,
“let’s buy something from you — at least we’ll help a little.”

“Oh, no need, son,” she said quickly. “I already have enough customers.”

“Customers?” the officer looked around.
“But there’s no one here.”

“They come in the mornings,” she replied with a nervous laugh. “You just missed them.”

“Then we’ll take a couple of tomatoes anyway,” he insisted.

“No, really, it’s fine,” she said, “let others have them.”

Her tone faltered, and her eyes darted nervously. Something about her reaction made the officer uneasy.

Frowning, he bent down, picked up a tomato, and inspected it closely. His expression hardened.

“Arrest her,” he said sharply.

“What? Why?” his partner asked in sh0ck.

He held up the tomato. On its surface were tiny puncture marks — the kind left by a fine needle. The same marks appeared on the other vegetables.

A later investigation revealed the truth: the “helpless old woman” was part of a small but clever operation. Her disabled son produced ille:gal substances at home, which she smuggled inside the vegetables. No one ever suspected the trembling hands or kind smile of a grandmother.

Once again, the world showed how evil can hide behind the gentlest face.