Big Box Store

"Look, Dad," the boy said. "This is the best mousetrap. It's crazy powerful. See. You just push this back like that, wait for the mouse and Whamo! That mofo gets a broken neck like that." The father thought the boy a bit too excited. "Calm down, son. Put that away."

The father was inspecting the ant killing chemicals and wanted one so powerful as to burn the very ground he walked on. He asked me which one was best, I didn't know, so I opened a can of something and poured a bit on the ground. To his wishings the powder burned straight through to the foundation floor. He gave me the thumbs up.

The boy, meanwhile, was strutting around and drop kicking the merchandise. He wore a red hat underneath of which was orange curly hair. The barbecues looked at him funny, so he dropped kicked that business.

I wondered where the canned meat was, because it nearing dinner and I had lifted several boxes of furs and so was hungry. The old ladies voice returned and told me isle 789. It was a long walk, but I found it, right under the staples.