You are in a shop.
You are surrounded by sweet, sweet loot. One problem: the shop keeper. He watches you with a battle-worn smile, cautious eyes sparkling in the soft firelight. You look around, careful not to draw any attention to yourself.
A fish? No. You grimace at its pungent stench. Cheese lump things? Nah. Pheasants? You take a minute to admire their glassy eyes and iridescent feathers strung above the shopkeeper. Hmm... Not quite.
Suddenly, your eyes lock onto an inconspicuous bucket in the corner. A lamp hung above it surrounds it with a halo, light spilling through the little cracks scattered across its surface and reflecting playfully in the slightly rusted metal.
Perfect.
You hurl the cabbages from its depths, and payed no heed as they bounced off the tables and scat potatoes and pick axes alike.
You gingerly pick up the bucket, marvelling at the feel of the weathered wood beneath your hands. In one swift movement, you twirl around and, taking a deep breath, slowly lower the bucket onto the shop keepers head.
You watch with wide eyes as his innocent smile delves into the dark depths. You stand, breathless, at your latest masterpiece. It's beautiful.
The shopkeeper tries to itch his nose, but is blocked by the buckets brilliant shell.
Your breath escapes with a soft whoosh as you spin round, giddy smile tugging at your mouth, boots squeaking on the polished floor - an entire store full of goodies all to yourself. And no one to stop you.
Now for the best part...
