kiffie

A few days ago, when

random_redshirt, Mr. Kitty, and I were all downtown together, I stepped into Turn to Nature, a gift shop that sells nature-themed toys, oddities, and tourist crap. By that point, random and Mr. Kitty had wandered off elsewhere, so I figured I'd look around and keep myself busy until they came back.

After browsing for a time, I found the store's collection of puppets. I picked up a goat, cuddled it, and then made it talk to me. After a minute or so, I lost interest in talking to a puppet. I hitched it up over my arm and let it watch the other customers, while I bent down to look through the rest of the puppets.

It wasn't long before I got the familiar "you're being watched" feeling. I turned around. A woman was standing behind me. She was staring at the goat. The goat was staring at her. I'd completely forgotten that the goat was people-watching. I'd just been letting it follow the sounds of people's footsteps. I think it took her a moment to register that I was the one holding, and thus controlling, the goat, because she laughed nervously, "I love puppets."

I nodded, "So do I."

"Baaaa," said the goat.

The lady left, and I placed the goat back on his stand.

I hope he's still there when I get back downtown. I kinda like the little guy.