2) What A Stupid Thing To Do.

Moneybags was at the Shop this one night and was looking for something that he could use to help him get to sleep. There were no dragons out, but there was a breeze in the air that meant that dragonflies were about to be hatched. Sure enough, the shopkeeper was one of them, and no need to ask who though he'd been given an actual voice...

"Do you know the name of the potion that you are wanting?" Sparx asked Moneybags, who was busy looking at the bottles.
"I don't." Moneybags replied. "All I know is that I need one to help me get to sleep at night. It's really annoying, and I feel like I haven't slept in weeks."
"You look like you haven't." Sparx replied.

Just then, Moneybags picked up a potion. He was clearly sighted, but the potions did not have names or side effects on. He was also not very well versed in the use of potions, so he had no idea what was what or what said potion did. Just then, a familiar-looking purple dragon by the name of Spyro came in. Turned out, he owned the shop.

"What are you doing here?" Moneybags asked Spyro, surprised.
"I work here." Spyro replied. "You wanna know how I got everything?"
"Not those gems again." Moneybags couldn't say anything else.
"All the gems that you took from me and Sparx over the years that I reclaimed in Midnight Mountain Home and the Super Bonus Round." Spyro replied. "They all went into making this place, and gems that I had left over went into other projects. Don't worry, though, as I'm not mad at you."
"I am just in here to find something that will help me sleep." Moneybags took a look at another bottle. "But nothing has names on."
"If you're not so nutbrained, you'd be able to figure out that you don't need to know what the potion is called for instincts to tell you what it is and what its uses are." Spyro replied.

Just then, Moneybags saw a bottle that looked rather... erm... interesting. He went over to the shelf that it was on, picked it up, and looked at it. The bottle was round, with a Dragon's head for a cork. It certainly wasn't like the others, but Moneybags had no idea why, as he was unable to tell what potions did what etc etc.

"Tell me, Spyro, why does this look different?" Moneybags asked Spyro.
"It was made by Sparx and the cork was sculpted on me." Spyro replied.
"I had no idea that you were so talented." Moneybags was surprised.
"Well, Spyro and I are both Artisans." Sparx replied. "We both make things, and we made all of the potions here in this shop."

Just then, Moneybags grew even sleepier. He opened the potion bottle, and drank the entire thing, hoping that it would help him actually drift off. Just then, he felt a funny feeling, and seconds later, he was running out of the shop as if he had running shoes on.

"We should start putting labels on potions so that customers can see what the effects are." Spyro said to Sparx, embarrassed.
"They already do." Spyro replied. "Zoe's putting them on right now."

Just then, Moneybags ran into the shop. The potion wore off, and sanity was restored.

"I swear I had a load of energy just then." Moneybags exclaimed, surprised.
"You did." Sparx replied. "We watched."
"And I had to fix the mistakes." Zoe was not happy.
"Well we didn't know that you had to put labels on them, Zoe, because a certain someone didn't tell us." Spyro replied, not happy.
"I was in a rush." Zoe replied. "What a stupid thing to do."

Just then, Moneybags turned his back, and left. Once he was gone, giggles erupted all around.

"If there was anything more stupid it was letting him come in." Spyro giggled.
"He thought we were actually shopkeepers." Sparx replied.
"Aye aye aye." Zoe sighed.

The End.