Where the wild things are

I love being the last one out of the shop. Last night I had justleft the shop when I remembered that I had left my cell phone chargerand, when I got back into the shop, I found myself surrounded byslumbering beasts of burden. The GB5 squatted there on thecounter with its two eerily glowing oval eyes. The Cloverpersistantly reminded me to "Stir in cleaner" while the water tower andthe Anfim peeked at me with their little red eyes. In the dark Icould feel them poised and ready to spring into action.

But it was late, I had missed the last bus, and I had a long, cold walk home ahead of me.
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