Post by Nico on Apr 25, 2018 4:59:17 GMT
I n the market, there was a very important stall. This stall was very important because Nico had made it all by themself, which was extraordinary because Nico couldn't even make toast all by themself. It had taken several hours for Nico to locate the location of their stall. They had gone out on a rainy day, so that they wouldn't dry out, and sniffed out all of the empty spots in the market. Most were unsuitable for their needs. They were too exposed or too crowded or too smelly. But they had found the perfect one! It was right under a pretty tree, so they claimed it by putting a big leaf right on the spot.Once the leaf was on the spot, they began the arduous task of dragging the ingredients to their special place. They dragged first one small crate and then another. Then they pushed them into the perfect place. Finally, a piece of wood was placed over top of them. Nico would have put nails in it or something, but last time they had tried to hold a hammer it had slipped out of their mouth and hit Callum on the foot. He had been all sad about his busted foot and that had made Nico sad. The worst thing in the world was a sad Callum. At the moment, the goomy was clumsily painting 'free pats!' on one of the crates with a paint brush they were gripping tightly in their toothless mouth. Satisfied that they had written something almost legible, they spat the brush to the side and zoomed to rest behind the tiny stand. "Open for business!" Nico cried to the market. "Free head pats! But, uh, you can donate! In case you want, uh, head pats with all the whistles! Like a sludgin' cuddle or... maybe you can all up and give me a coin or two if you want to hug me!" The goomy looked about bashfully.
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