Well today has been interesting…
An hour before the shop was due to open I was sat in the window with the china dolls having a chat, all was well, except I didn’t actually keep an eye on the time and before I knew it the doors were being unlocked and I didn’t have time to get back into my toy basket so I had to stop there. The china dolls helped me to hide myself up on the windowsill behind the curtains and I felt quite content and safe up there.
It wasn’t going too badly really as days go. The morning was rather quiet so I could just sit n watch the world go by, and it was a gorgeous sunny day so I was in good spirits.
Unfortunately I didn’t notice the obnoxious brat (I am going to refer to him as ‘brat’ all the way through this post as he doesn’t deserve to be called anything else) that was plodding his way around the shop until it was too late, he grabbed my foot, yanking me off the window sill and ran round the shop holding me by my leg.
I was not amused.
Every clothing rail he ran past hit me in the face. I’d brace for impact, being able to do nothing more but each time I connected with the metal it felt as though my head was actually going to pop right off. The brat could easily have moved over slightly so as not to smash my face into every thing he passed but no he meant to do it, he was actually just hurting me for fun.
I felt myself getting increasingly angry when all of a sudden he stopped dead, and began to swing his arms around furiously. So fast in fact that I couldn’t see a thing, just a blur of colour where the shop once was, when all of a sudden (and even now I find it hard to write about this) he hit my back against a bookshelf, hard. The impact felt as though I had just gone through a metal girder and it truly winded me. Which is why I reacted the way I did. Before I had time to really think things through the pain and anger had taken over me. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and clamped down hard on the brats hand.
It worked a treat. The brat instantly dropped me, staring at his hand. Obviously he didn’t know id bitten him but he knew his hand hurt a lot and there was no actual reason why.
But the dumb kid wasn’t getting it, he shook his hand a bit as if attempting to shake away the pain, slumped his shoulders and picked me back up, this time holding me right up by his face as if he was inspecting me.
I’d well and truly had enough and just didn’t care any more, with a devil may care attitude I decided that I was going to tell the brat exactly what I thought of him. Not my brightest move ever but then if somebody picks you up, cracks your face on a few rails and then hits your back against a heavy wooden bookcase you’d react much the same way.
The ‘F’ sound was just beginning to form on my lips when “RIIINNNNNNG” the fire alarm went off with gusto.
The kid dropped me to the floor and plodded off after his mum who was getting a bit hysterical. After watching her nearly jump out of her skin at the sound of the alarm, and then begin to shout “Oh my goodness, what’s happening?” While using her hand to dust across her brow in a very melodramatic manner. She began calling her brat and repeatedly asking Pam (who was working on the till at the time) if she needed any assistance in calling the fire brigade, while also attempting to do her lipstick in a compact mirror.
I considered that she must be an avid theatre goer, a Thespian perhaps after her ludicrous display of over concern.
I picked myself up from the floor and began to survey the surrounds trying to spot what had caused the alarm to go off when I noticed Doug running back to his hiding place from the broken fire alarm panel. I was overcome, he’d clearly witnessed this brat smashing me off the furniture and saved my bacon! The miserable bunny actually cared!
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