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The Bookstore…A tiny story

“It’s getting a tad crowded in here, ” she said, looking at all the people around the table.

Joey laughed and Bunny smiled at him.

The dog wagged his tail and the crow bobbed up and down.  Everyone, it seemed, agreed that it was definitely getting crowded.

“I’ll just add a third floor and push out the back a bit,” she said, closing her eyes.  When she opened them, she grinned.  “Bunny, I put a skylight in the ceiling so you can all look at the sky whenever you like.  There are enough rooms up there for you, Joey, Star and anyone else who would like to be up high.”

Everyone clapped their hands together and thanked her.  Star hugged her and asked it he might live with them.  “I thought you already were,” she said, running her hand down the side of his face.

“The fairies are still gone,” said Joey, happily.

“I know how to get into fairy,” said Star, frowning.  “It’s beautiful there, but nothing is as it seems.  It dangerous and time runs differently there.”

“Sounds like here,” said Joey, “except for the time part.”

“Time is elastic,” said Star, softly.  “It’s not what you think it is.  It runs in many directions, or not at all.”

They all looked at him.

“He’s right,” said the cat.  “Even here, in this reality, time has you all fooled.  You measure it, count it, wear it, and have clocks everywhere, but time is not what you think it is.”

“Um, EXCUSE ME,” said the tiny woman.  “Are you open?”

“We are indeed,” she said, walking to meet her.  “How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for a book on…time.”

“What kind of book?  I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

The rat leapt from his box and ran to the woman.

“Well, aren’t you a sweet one,” she said, picking him up and shoving him into her huge purse.”

“Excuse me,” she said, staring at the woman.  “The rat is not for sale.”

“Oh, I know that,” laughed the woman, dragging the rat out of her purse.  “It’s just that he was nearing the end of his life.  Rats only live about two years, you know, so I reset his biological clock and now, he’s just like new.”

The rat was radiant.  His fur was glossy and thick, his nose pink and his eyes alert and filled with wonder.  When the woman put him back on the floor he ran to his friends who cheered and gave him a big piece of cheese.

“How did you do that?”

“Well, you did call me, didn’t you?”

“Call you?”

“I’m TIME, my dear.  Weren’t you just discussing me?”


The Bookstore…a Tiny Story

Aside from the occasional grunt, the troll sat quietly and ate several whole cakes.  Bunny smiled at him to show that it was okay to eat as much as he liked. The sisters decided to leave, after agreeing to a book signing party, and Sandra hugged everyone, well not the troll, although she did pat his shoulder a bit, and left with them.  The troll tried to smile and wave at everyone, because Bunny said that was the thing to do.

The dog was asleep on the chair, and the cat was curled up with him.  The crow was still eating and the rat fell onto his side and wrapped his tail around himself before nodding off.  Joey picked him up and placed him gently in his bed, then covered him with a soft washcloth, that doubled as a blanket.

“Bunny,” she said, “what do you plan on doing with your new troll friend.

“Keep him,” she said patting the troll.  “He’s nice and he doesn’t have anywhere to go.”

“I can’t make him small forever and he’s too big to live here with us.”

“How long will he be little?” asked Bunny, making William dance on the table.

“Twenty-four hours, maybe thirty.”

“I can fix him,” said Bunny.

Star, the troll, looked at her and made a small noise.

“You can?” she asked.  “How?”

“Like this,” Bunny said, touching the troll’s chest..

“Thank you,” he said,  “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Star was a boy,” said Bunny.  “He just looked like a troll.”

“I can see that,” she said.  “Who spelled you?”

“A fairy,” said Star, who was sprawled on the floor.  “I’m so tired.”

“Now can he stay?” asked Bunny.  “He’s not too big anymore.”

“Sure,” she sighed. “Why not.”

The Bookstore, A tiny story

The reporter signaled the camera person and three seconds later they were live.

“I’m standing in front of a very small bookstore, located between two very large buildings.  There was a lot of trouble here, earlier this evening.  Apparently, the shop was attacked by…fairies,” she said, staring at the camera person.  “Wait, there must be some mistake,” she said, looking around.  “Is this a joke?  Fairies?” she repeated, pulling her earpiece out and shoving it in her pocket.  “Go to commercial,” said the reporter, waving her hand in front of the lens.

“Do you think they’re gone?” asked Joey?  “The fairies, I mean.”

“For now,” she said, cutting the luscious looking chocolate cake.

“How did you get them to leave?”

“I cast a forgetting spell on them, so they couldn’t remember why they were here.  It will only last for thirty-six hours, but I’ll have something better waiting for them when they return,” she said, smiling.

“Oh, look William,” said Bunny, holding up the rabbit.  “Chocolate.”

Everyone went to the table and settled down.  The sisters walked in and joined them.

“We love chocolate cake and lemonade,” they said.

Sandra stopped by and told everyone when the wedding was to take place.  She pulled up a chair and helped herself to cake.  “Looks amazing,” she said, sliding a fork full, into her mouth.  She closed her eyes and groaned.  “Beyond delicious,” she moaned.

Everyone chatted and talked about the wedding and honeymoon plans.  The sisters were excited about their book being published and things were going along in the most lovely manner, until…

The doorway was filled from top to bottom, side to side, with the largest man, any of them had ever seen and collectively, they had seen a lot.  He grunted and pointed to Bunny.  “Mine.”

The sisters stood up but Bunny touched each of their shoulders, as she brushed past them, and they sat down again.

“Why do you want me?” asked Bunny, doing a few dance steps.

“Magic,” he said.

“Are you a troll?”

“Think so,” he said, his hands dragging on the floor.

“Would you like some cake?”

The troll stared at her.  “Cake?”

“Yes, we’re all having cake and lemonade.  Would you care to join us?”

The troll nodded and tried to sit on the floor but his legs hit everything around him.

“Would you like to be our size while you eat?” she asked, moving next to Bunny.

The troll stared at them, then held up his hand and with his thumb and forefinger he made a gesture that said, ‘this big?’

“I can make you our size,” she said.

The troll nodded and immediately shrunk down to the size of a young man.  He held out his arms, bent down and looked at his feet and legs and then made a strange sound that everyone thought was laughter.  Bunny walked up to him and took his hand.  She led him to the table and gave him a big slice of cake and a large glass of lemonade.  The troll picked up the cake with his hand and shoved it into his mouth.  He made small noises and closed his eyes, then he grinned.  “Good,” he said.

“What’s your name?” asked Bunny, after introducing everyone at the table.

“Star,” he said.

“Star?” asked Joey, surprised.  “I thought all you guys had names like Gog, or Ruk.”

“Star,” he said, pointing to himself.

“More cake?” asked Bunny.

Star nodded, then got himself a chair and sat at the table with everyone else.


The Bookstore…A tiny story

“Their book is fascinating,” she said to the dog.  “The things they did, the places they’ve been, the people they killed.  Amazing.  Listen to this.” she said, reading a few paragraphs out loud.  The dog barked.  “I told you it was good.”

Joey came down stairs with Bunny.  “Bunny said I could hold William.”

“Let’s do it,” she said, smiling. “Thank you Bunny.”

Bunny nodded and handed William to Joey.

Joey, took the rabbit and held it with both hands.  He closed his eyes and concentrated.  Bunny started humming and twirled a couple of times.

“Nothing,” said Joey, disappointment in his voice.

“Do you want him to talk to you?” asked Bunny.

“I do,” said Joey.

“You didn’t tell me that part.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t know I should.”

Bunny nodded. “That’s okay.  I’ll tell him you’re my brother and that he can tell you things.”  She looked at William and did just that.  “He’ll talk to you now.”

“Joey, held the rabbit again and William telepathically said, “What do you want to know, Joey,  brother of Bunny?”

“We all want to keep Bunny safe, William.”

“Yes, we all want that,” said the rabbit.

“Why do the fairies want her?  Is she a fairy princess?”

“She is not, and never has been, a fairy princess.  She’s much more than that, that’s why they want her, Joey, brother of Bunny.”

“What kind of guardian are you, William?”

“What kind?”

“Yes, what kind and who told you to guard Bunny?”

“I have been with her since she was a seed.  I was made, to guard her.  I exist because she exists, Joey, brother of Bunny. ”


“Yes.  Her beginning.”

“Are you a monster, William?”

The rabbit thought for a moment and said,  “Everyone is a monster, Joey, brother of Bunny.  I’m no more of a monster than you are.”

Joey nodded.  “I get that,” he said  “Do you kill for her?”

“I will do whatever is necessary to keep her safe,” said the rabbit.”

“What is she, William?”

“She’s magic, Joey, brother of Bunny.  “She is pure magic.”

Bunny danced with William for about ten minutes, once Joey gave him back to her.

“Did he tell you what you wanted to know, Joey?” asked Bunny.

“He did.  Thank you for letting me talk with him,” he said. “And Bunny, you know that I love you, right?”

Bunny smiled.  “I love you too, Joey.  So does William, don’t you William,” she asked, looking at her rabbit.

“Well,” she said, from behind the counter.  “I think it’s time for cake and ice cream,  With sprinkles.”

Everyone went to the small table and sat down.  The crow stood on the table, The cat sat next to him.  The rat sat next to the cat.  Everyone ate as much as they could, since the cake and ice cream simply reformed, every time a slice, or scoop, was taken.

“Joey,” she said, softly.  “Will you tell me what William said, later tonight, if you feel up to it.”

“I will,” he said. “It’s important.  But I forgot to ask William what we should do about the fairies.”

“Don’t be.  If I can’t get rid of them, the sisters will.”




The Bookstore…A tiny story…about fairies, sisters, mayhem and murder

“Bunny,” she said, siting across from the girl.  “I’d like to try something.”

“What,” asked Bunny, chewing on William’s ear.

“It’s like a game.  You close your eyes and listen to what I say.  Then I ask you some questions and you might be able to remember what happened to you before you lived in the alley.  We don’t have to do it, if you would rather not.  But, if you want to know if you’re a real princess, this is one possible way to find out.”

“I don’t care if I’m a princess.  I like it here with you, Joey and my friends.  I don’t care what happened before.”

“Okay, if that’s how you feel, we won’t play that game. I’ll get you some chocolate cake and lemonade, instead.”

Bunny smiled and did a little dance, holding William out in front of her.

“She said no, didn’t she,” asked Joey, a little while later.

“Yes.  Bunny doesn’t care about her past, or she doesn’t want to remember it, either way, the subject is closed.  At least for now.”

Joey stared at her. “You said you would help me find out what kind of magic I can do.  I’m ready to learn.”

“Wonderful.  Let’s start this very moment,” she said happily.  “We will begin by talking about what you already know you can do.  So, what have you noticed in the past, that others can’t do, but you can?”

He looked down and concentrated.  “I don’t know what other people can do,” he finally said.

“Of course your don’t.  How silly of me,” she laughed.  “Just tell me what you can do.”

The dog walked up to Joey and put his head on his lap.  Joey started petting him and started to relax.  “Well, sometimes I know what’s going to happen before it happens, and sometimes I think I know what other people are thinking, and sometimes, I can touch something and I know where it’s been.”

“Wait,” she said.  “Have you ever touched William?”

“Yes, a couple of times.”

“But you felt nothing?”

“He was just a stuffed toy and I wasn’t thinking about touching him.  I just held him, or part of him, while I was talking with Bunny.”

“Do you think you could learn something by holding him for a reason?”

“I don’t know.  I can try.”

“Good enough, so continue.”

“I know how people feel.  Whether they’re afraid, happy or sad.”

“Can you do any of the things I do?”

He started laughing.  “No.”

“I think you can do other things, things you don’t know about.  If you agree, we can start lessons tomorrow.  After dinner, for one hour.  How does that sound?”

Joey stood up, waking the dog, and threw himself into her arms.  “You’re the best mother, ever,” he said.  Then he turned and ran up the stairs.

“Well,” she said to the dog, while she straightened her blouse, “That seemed to go well, don’t you think?

Two ladies came into the store, they looked exactly alike.  They walked to the counter and smiled.

“Hello,” they said.

The one who wore her hat pushed forward turned to the other and said, “Dearest, please, let me speak.  It’s so difficult for others to understand us when we both say the same thing at the same time.  You can talk to the next person, okay?”

The second woman nodded and smiled.

“We are identical twins, but you probably already know that.  We looked more alike when we were younger but still, here we are.”

“How can I help you?” she asked, positively charmed by the sisters.

“Dearest,” she said to the silent sister, holding out her hand.

The silent one placed a package on the counter.

“We have written a book,” she said.  “There aren’t enough books about twins on the market, so we took the liberty of writing one ourselves. Now, before you jump to any conclusions, this is no ordinary story.  You see my sister and I,” she paused to look at her sister, “were spies for the CIA.  We were undercover, of course, but the people we dealt with couldn’t tell us apart, and because of that, we were able to do certain things that one person could not and, if I may say…”

“Tell her Love,” said the silent sister.

“We did wet work, but no one could ever catch us, because we always had an alibi.”

“You mean you were hitwomen for the government?”

“Indeed we were.”

“How absolutely wonderful!” she said.  “Ladies.  If you will permit me to read your book, and it goes well, I will publish it for you and sell it in my shop.  All of the proceeds will go directly to you.”

“We would like twenty-percent to go the the cat and dog shelter on Washington.”

“They take lizards too,” said the silent sister.

“Easily done,” she said.  “I can’t wait to begin reading.  What an amazing life you must have had.”

“You should have see our clothes,” said the woman, dreamily.  “We were beautiful, once.  Tall, slender, tight red dresses. Oh, my dear.  Men fell all over themselves to be with us.”

“They did,” sighed the silent sister. “Some women too.”

It was so easy to dispose of them.”

“Indeed,” said the silent sister, longingly.  “We had such fun, parties every night, dancing, drinking, choosing lovers, getting new assignments, traveling the world.”

“A dream job, most definitely,” said the woman.  “All the weapons, especially the knives.  Such craftsmanship.”

“Don’t forget the poisons, Love,” snickered the silent sister.

“You’re right, Dearest.  The poisons were wonderful and they never suspected us,” said the woman. Why would they?  We were never seen together.  When the bodies were found, one of us had always been in plain sight.”

They both laughed. “No one can be in two places at once,”  said the silent sister.

“So, here is our card,” said the woman.  Please call us when you have finished reading.

“We still take the odd job, you know.  We freelance,” whispered the silent sister.   “It’s difficult to give up work you love.  But it’s not the same.  We’re still remembered, of course, at least in certain circles, but we’re no longer young, fast, or beautiful.  That’s what life takes from all of us, you know.  They say older women are still beautiful, but that’s just talk.  Nothing is the same, is it Love?”

She unwrapped the packaged and looked at the thick manuscript.  “Jane and Janet?”

“I’m Jane,” said the woman.

“I’m Janet,” said the silent sister, but you knew that already, didn’t you, seeing as how there are only two of us and she identified herself first.”

They all chuckled.

“Well, we’ll be gong then,” said the sisters.

“One more thing,” said the silent sister.  “You have a pretty big fairy problem. We saw them in the tree out in front, and on the rooftops.  We can help you with that, if you like.”

“How very generous.  I’ll keep that in mind.  Thank you.”

The two sisters nodded and left the store, chatting at the same time.

The cat jumped onto the counter and stared at the door.  “I like those two,” he said.  “They’re cool.  I bet they keep cats.”

The crow flew in through the upstairs window, glided down the stairs, and landed on the back of the chair.  “Fairies everywhere,” he cawed.  “Thick as thieves.”


The Bookstore, A tiny story

“We can talk, if you promise to behave,” she said, staring at the fairy, sitting on the step

“You have my word,” he said. “I promise…I will behave.”

She walked outside and sat down next to him.  The dog padded to the doorway and flopped down to keep an eye on things.

“What do you want to talk about?” she asked.

“My sister, the princess, and books, not necessarily in that order,” he said.

“You think Bunny is your sister?”

“I do,” he said.  “She was taken by an enemy of my father’s, two years ago.  We have been looking for her ever since.”

“Fen said she was a Halfie. She can’t be a Princess and be a Halfie.”

“Our father is the King, her mother was human,” he said.  “Did the cat really eat Fen?”

“Yes, he did, and he has been trying to get the bad taste out of his mouth ever since. Are you a full blood?”

“I am.  My mother died when I was born.  My father met Bunny’s mother when he was in your world, getting a new treaty signed.   When he found out she was pregnant, he brought her to Fairy, to have the child.  He was going to put a forgetting spell on her afterward, but they fell in love.  She lives there still, grieving over her stolen daughter.”

“Yes, well, you can have your word back. I don’t believe you for a second,” she sighed, standing up.  “Now go away, before I call the cat.”

He grinned at her.  “I said I would behave.  I didn’t say that I would tell the truth.”

“Goodbye,” she said.

“I really do want a book.”

“Order it on line.”

“They don’t deliver to Fairy,” he said, frowning.  “You do know that, don’t you?”

The cat walked around the dog and sat on the top step.  “I’m hungry,” he said, staring at the Fairy.  “Really, really, hungry.  I just have one question…do you guys all taste alike?”

When she turned around, the fairy was gone.


The Bookstore…A tiny story

“The cat…ate…Fen?”  asked the stunned fairy, staring at the fur ball.



“Because he wanted to take me away from my family,” said Bunny, stepping in front of Joey.  “No one messes with our family.  Ever.  And if you don’t want to get eaten too, you better go away now,” said Bunny, holding William out in front of her, “or I’ll tell William that I don’t like you.”

The Fairy, moved closer to Bunny.   “I’m going to take you back with me,” he said.  “Now let’s go.”

“William,” whispered Bunny.  “I don’t like that man.”

The rabbit suddenly stiffened and stared at the fairy.  Then William smiled, and showed two rows of very sharp, very pointy, teeth.  His button eyes turned red and he snarled, a snarl that was far too big and deep for his body.

“Bunny,” said Joey, softly, touching her shoulder.  “What’s happening?”

“It’s okay Joey,” said Bunny.  “William will protect us.”

The Fairy stared at the rabbit, held up both hands, and backed out the door.  “They won’t let you to stay here, Princess.  You know they won’t.”

“Go,” said Bunny, evenly, “or I’ll put William down.”

The Fairy popped out of existence.

The silence in the shop was deafening.  Everyone stared at William, watching, as he relaxed into his usual floppy self, and once again looked like the stuffed rabbit, they all once thought that he was.

“Bunny,” she said.  “What is William, exactly?”

“He’s my friend.”

“Where did you get him?”

Bunny shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I’ve never been without him.”

“Have you ever had to put William down?” she asked.

Bunny nodded.  “When someone tried to hurt me, behind the bakery.”

“What did William do?”

Bunny shrugged again.  “I don’t know.”

“Would William be willing to talk to me?”

“Yes,” said Bunny, happily.  “If you’re my mother, then you’re his mother as well.”

“Thank you,” she said, reaching for the rabbit.

William felt soft in her hands.  There was no energy, nothing unusual, nothing at all to suggest that William was anything but a child’s toy.  “William,” she said, her voice gentle, but commanding.  “I would like to speak with you.  Now.”  The rabbit grew heavier and his eyes, although made of black buttons, looked alert.  “Why didn’t I feel your true self?  You have to be very strong for me not to sense you.”

“I am very strong,” said the rabbit.  “I guard the child, there was no reason to let you know that I was here, until now.”

“What are you?” she asked.

“Guardian,” he replied.

“From where?”

“From the flames and ice,” he said, softly.  “From the place where guardians are born.  And thank you for my eyes and ear.  I missed them.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, smiling.  “What do you look like when you aren’t inside the rabbit?”

“I don’t understand the question?” he said.  “I am the rabbit.”

“No.  You are bigger than the rabbit,” she said.  “What is your true name?”

“My name is William and I am a rabbit.  I protect the child called Bunny.”

“You are welcome here, William.”

“Thank you…mother.”

She handed the rabbit back to Bunny, who kissed him and straightened his bow.  “He’s very nice, isn’t he?” she asked, sweetly.  “And he really likes you. I can tell.”

The others remained silent and decided to save their questions for another time.




The Bookstore…A Tiny Story

“What do you want?” she asked the fairy.

“I want the girl,” he said, pointing at Bunny.

Joey stepped in front of Bunny and felt her lean against his back. The dog stood next to them, head down, ears back.  The cat leapt to the top of a bookshelf and looked down at the fae.  The crow flew to the counter and the rat let Bunny pick him him, so that he could comfort her.  She crushed him to her chest, along with William, her stuffed rabbit.

“You may as well leave,” she sighed.  “She’s my daughter and you can’t have her.  If you stay, something unpleasant may happen to you.”

The fairy laughed. “Do you actually think you can stop me from taking her?”

“It’s not so much that I think I can stop you,” she said, patiently.  “It’s more that I know I can.”

Bunny made a strangled sound and pressed harder into Joey’s back.

“She doesn’t seem to like you very much,” she said.

“She doesn’t have to like me.  She belongs with us.”

“Is she one of you?” asked Joey.

“Half of her is,” said the fairy.  “It’s time for her to come home.”

“I WON’T,” shouted Bunny, from behind Joey.  “I WON’T GO WITH YOU.”

“Well, that’s settled then,” she said.   “You may as well be on your way, before things turn…nasty.”

The fairy raised his right hand and as soon as he did, he turned into a moth and fell to the floor.  Everyone turned toward her, as she stood quietly behind the counter, arranging books and petting the crow.  “He deserved it,” she said, pleasantly.  “No one threatens my children, or those in my care.  Ever.”

The cat dropped from the bookshelf and pounced on the moth, picking it up in his mouth and biting down hard.  There might have been a small scream, but no one noticed but the dog.  The cat threw the moth into the air, again and again, and then grew weary of the game and simply ate it.

“What a good kitty,” she said, scratching his chin.  “Here are some special treats for you, dear one.”  She set down the bowl of cat treats and went back to her books.  “Are you okay, Bunny?” she asked.

Bunny nodded and grabbed for Joey’s hand.

“You’re going to have to tell me what’s going on, so that I can keep everyone safe,” she said.  “Can you do that?”

Bunny nodded again, but kept her eyes on the floor.

“Lovely,” she said, pulling a tray full of lemonade, cake and cookies, from under the counter.  She had dishes of food for everyone’s taste and they all gathered around the tiny library table, in the back of the small shop.  “Now, Bunny, please tell us what’s going on.”

Bunny squeezed Joey’s hand and sat next to him, never letting go.  “I saw him before, she said.  “He tried to catch me but I knew where to hide.  He said he would find me again and that next time I wouldn’t be able to get away.  He told me that it was time for me to go home.  He said that I don’t belong in this world.”

“I think he’s quite wrong,” she said, placing a plate full of cake and cookies in front of her.  “I don’t care what you are, or where you’re from, you’re here now and you belong with us.”

Bunny’s eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t cry.  Her face was blotchy and she sniffled, but not a single tear fell.  She knew that crying slowed you down and made you weak and easy to catch.

“I have legally adopted you, Bunny, and I have papers for cat. The crow and the brown rat don’t need papers.  Maybe the cat doesn’t either, but I got them, just to be safe.  So, Bunny, you are now officially my daughter and Joey is your legal brother.  Everyone here is family and no one messes with our family,” she said, her eyes turning a funny shade of silver.

The door flew open and a much larger fairy stood in the doorway.  “Where’s Fen?”

“He’s in my stomach,” said the cat.  “I ate him.”

“I didn’t know you could talk,” said Joey, staring at the cat.

“I didn’t have anything important to say, until now,” said the cat.

“Right, you ate him,” said the fairy, rather amused.  “Now where is he?”

The cat started gagging and making retching sounds, as his entire body seemed to convulse.  A second later he hacked up a fur ball, with a wing sticking out of it.  “He’s right there,” snickered the cat.  “He tasted terrible, by the way.  He tasted like a…fairy.”

“Excuse me,” said the gentleman, pushing his way past the fairy.  “I need a gift for my nephew, who is going to be seven years old,” he said, leaning across the counter.  “What do you suggest?  He likes cars and airplanes.”

“He will love these,” she said, showing him several books, then wrapping them, in birthday paper.

“Thank you,” he said, gratefully.  “I’m almost late for his party,” he added, running out of the shop.

“Where were we?” she asked, looking around.  “Oh, you were looking for someone who no longer exists, right?”





The Bookstore…A tiny story

Two large dogs and a small scruffy one, sat outside the front door, looking in.

“Why are dogs looking in?” she asked.

“Bunny and the dog started a reading group for dogs,” said Joey, opening the door.

“I see,” she said, putting bowls of kibble on the floor.

“I think they’re going to have a movie night, as well,” he said, sheepishly.

“How interesting.  Who came up with these wonderful doggish ideas?”


The dog sat before her, smiling, his tongue, hanging out.

“Are you going to do the reading?” she asked, staring at him.

He barked, then looked at Bunny.

“I’m going to read to them,” she whispered.

“Well, the dog can show you where most of the books on dogs are located and Joey can help you with the rest.  He knows where the DVDs as well but NO LASSIE books, or movies.”

Bunny nodded and went upstairs, the dogs following at her heels.

“Thank you,” said Joey.  “She’s very excited about all of this.”

“I think the dogs are as well.”

The door opened and Sandra rushed up to the counter.  “You’ll never guess what happened,” she said, excitedly.

“He asked you to marry him and you want to have the wedding here because this is where you met,” she said, absently.

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

“Well can we?”

“This is a very small space,” she said, looking around.  “It would have to be a very small wedding.”

“We were thinking twenty-five people.”


“Next month.”


Sandra ran around the counter and hugged her.  “I’ll make all the arrangements and I’d like you to be my Maid of Honor.”

“Excuse me?  Don’t you have a sister, or best friend?”

“You are the one who brought us together.  Will you do it?”

“I suppose.  Thank you?”

“And everyone here is invited, including the dog.”

“He’ll be very happy to hear that but I must warn you.  He cries at weddings.”

Sandra laughed.  “Perfect.  I’ll be in touch.”

“A wedding in the shop?” asked the crow.

“Why not?  It might be fun.”

“Can I be a guest?” he cawed.

“Of course,” she said, kissing his head.

“I invited a few friends over.” he said, bobbing up and down.  “We can sit on the roof, if you don’t want them upstairs.”

“No, just open the window and they can fly in that way.”

“Thanks, I’l do that,” he said, pecking her on the cheek.

“Oh, you’re such a romantic,” she said, blushing.

“Caw,” he said and flew upstairs.

“The bookstore is changing,” said Joey.  “We’re changing too.”

“Indeed we are,” she said, handing him a pile of books.  “Indeed we are.”


The Bookstore…A Tiny story

Bunny came down the stairs, in clean clothes, clutching William, her stuffed rabbit, to her chest.  His only ear, was held tightly between her teeth.

“Bunny, would you like me to help William, clean up a bit?” she asked.  “I can give him eyes and a second ear.  It’s up to you and William, of course.”

“It’s okay,” said Joey, taking Bunny’s hand.  “She’ll make William look like he did when he was younger.”

“He’ll be fine,” she said.  “I promise that I won’t hurt him.”

Bunny looked at Joey, then slowly allowed him to take William from her arms.

“You can sit right here and watch,” she said. “Wait…what’s that William?” she asked, holding the rabbit to her ear.  “He said he loves you very much, Bunny, and that he’s happy that he’s going to look better and have another ear.”

Bunny stared at her rabbit in terror.

“Would you like to hold him, while I help him?”

The girl nodded and held out her hands.

“Okay, shall we start with his eyes, or his ear?”

Bunny looked at William’s ear and suddenly there were two, instead of one.

The girl gasped and stared at William.  All at once, the rabbit had two eyes and a nose. Lastly, layers of grim disappeared, leaving him looking a bit worn and dusty, but well loved.

“Is there anything else you would like me to do for him?” she asked.

Bunny leaned toward Joey, and whispered into his ear.

“William would like a ribbon around his neck,” he said, and a bright red ribbon appeared  around the rabbit’s neck.

Bunny held William and closed her eyes.

“She’s really happy,” said Joey, grinning.  “Thank you.”

Bunny nodded.

The crow, rat, cat and dog, breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Bunny was okay with having William cleaned up.  Aside from the dog, they had all seen her when she was unhappy and they didn’t want to go through that again.

“Excuse me,” said the well-dressed woman, walking toward the counter.  “Do you have a copy of Alice in Wonderland and Alice through the Looking Glass?”

“I do,” she said, placing both books on the counter.

“I’m trying to get my granddaughter to read.  I don’t know what’s wrong with children today. All they do is play games on a screen.  She’s missing out on all the stories I loved so much.  Does she know anything about the Cheshire cat?  No.  She does not.  I know, I know, different generations, but reading should be part of EVERY generation.  I tell that to my son, but does he listen?  No.  He does not.  And Amy, that’s my granddaughter, said that books are too long!  Imagine that!   Too LONG!  Well, I’m going to buy them for her anyway.”

“I understand your dilemma,” she said. “May I suggest these book?  They’re about gaming.  She might like to read stories about kids who are part of the gaming world and get caught up in mysteries.”

“Are they like Nancy Drew?”

“In a way,” she said.  “Children like to read about things that are important to them.  I think she would like these books very much.”

“Well, you would know better than I would,” said the woman, deflating.  “Should I still get the Alice books.”

“She probably won’t read them,” she said, truthfully.

“I suppose you’re right,” nodded the woman.  “While I’m here, I’d like a book by F. Scott Fitzgerald.  Which one would you recommend?  And I’d like a cookbook that can tell me  how to bake macrons, as good as the ones they have in Paris.  Oh, do you have a book on parakeets ,and one on murders in libraries, or other things that take place in bookstores and such?”

“These are the books you are looking for,” she said, pushing the piles of books together. You will love, Mr. Penumbras 24-hour Bookstore, and Tasting Paris, is a wonderful cookbook, that will give you the recipe for perfect macrons.  This Side of Paradise, by Fitzgerald, might be a place to start, and this thin book on parakeets, should do the trick.  You need to let your bird bathe more often.  They love birdbaths.  You can get one that fits on the door of his cage, or just put a dish of water out for him.”

“I don’t know how to thank you,” said the woman, breathlessly.  “This is a wonderful bookstore.”

“Thank you,” she said.  “Will that be all?”

“I don’t think I can carry anymore,” laughed the woman.

“Well, let me know if Amy liked the books.”

“I will,” she said.

The dog walked the woman to the door and sat on the top step until she was out of sight. Then he turned, grabbed a book on the way toward Bunny and dropped it at her feet.  The girl looked at the dog and then at the book.

“He wants you to read to him,” said Joey.

She picked up the book and sat on the floor, William lay across her lap.  The dog sat next to her and watched her open the book.  She pointed and they both laughed.  Eventually the dog stood up and started to dance.  Bunny joined him…then everyone was dancing.

“Has to be Snoopy,” she sighed, from behind the counter.  “The Happy Dance.”  Then she kicked off her shoes and joined the party.




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