The young girl practically bounced into the shop. Her eyes roved over the rows of toys in stock, and she practically squealed with glee. Her mother was waiting just outside the door, having given her strict instructions to ‘just buy ONE thing, and then come right back out.’ April was a good girl, and she was quite happy to do as her mother asked. She clutched the little bit of money close to her chest; as a three year old, she was never trusted with very many things, but she’d be darned if she lost the one thing her mother finally did trust her with. She was going to prove she was a big girl, and she could do things for herself. She marched straight up the counter, despairing at the fact that’s he couldn’t even see over it. “’Scuse me, Mistewr!” she called. “I wanna buy a dolly!” She walked to the side of the counter, and pointed at the Chocolate Cuniflare plush, before holding out her precious keystones. “I got money. Can I have him, pwease?”
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