Isn’t this little chap a cutie? Thanks Yinglan
‘Excuse me,’ said a little voice.
Esme looked around and saw no-one.
‘Over here. On the glass stand.’
All she could see was a small porcelain figure of a dog stuck in a doughnut.
‘Yes, that’s me.’ It said.
‘I wonder if you’d be so kind as to give me a hand.’
‘Um, sure. What can I do?’
‘It was the sprinkles that did it. I love sprinkles, but they seem to have ganged up on me somewhat and trapped me within, sotospeak.’
‘But you’re a figurine, how…………’
‘Yes, yes, I know. But I really need to get out of here. I’m supposed to be on a diet and there’ll be hell to pay if I’m caught in this predicament. Can you grab a paw……….. ‘
‘DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT!’ boomed a voice.
Esme jumped, nearly knocking the glass stand flying.
An old lady hurried across and explained her husband had been toying with customers as they browsed.
‘Henry! Get yourself out here!! You’ve scared the poor lass half to death!’