Sybil Snard was happily window shopping on the main street of place she’d never been before. Now and then she liked to choose such a place by throwing glass dart at a map she kept on her sitting room wall.
“It’s rather hit or miss, but it has brought me to quite a few interesting stores,” she reminded herself as she peered into dusty show windows.
The gold and blue printing on a particular window drew her to it.
“Pockets? How can one get just pockets? Only one way to know.”
Sybil pushed the door open easily. As she looked around, fascinated, an ugly hag came toward her, smiling toothlessly.
“Welcome to Pockets,” she said.
“What exactly do you sell here?” Sybil asked.
“Nearly everything one can put in a pocket. For instance, this is our display of handkerchiefs,” the old woman said, pointing left.
To be polite, Sybil went over there and skimmed the merchandise.
“Not really what I am looking for.”
“We also carry quite an array of pocket watches,” the woman persisted, trailing behind her.
Sybil shook her head.
“What I’d really like is something I’ve wanted all my life!”
“What would that be, madam?”
“It’s kind of embarrassing but I’ve always wanted…”
Sybil bend to the old woman’s large ear and whispered.
“I have an amazing collection of those,” the hag said and led her to the back of the store.
Sybil was enchanted by the array. But every time she pointed to one and wanted to buy it, the woman said:
“That one is my favorite!”
Finally, she was so exasperated, she turned on the woman and hissed:
“Why do you have any pocket dragons to sell if you don’t intend to?”
“Oh, I do sell them, you just haven’t picked one of those!”