[What did Mrs. Brisby do today, one may ask. Usually there is no answer, as she does perfectly fine keeping to herself.
Not today. She shifts a bit uncomfortably, fidgeting. It's clear enough, at least, that she is incredibly uncomfortable.]
Can... someone explain what a "pet store" is to me? Or... explain what a "pet" really is.
I don't
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[Subject change, if temporary, is welcome for Mrs. Brisby.]
I'm sorry, did I never introduce myself? My name is Mrs. Brisby.
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Ah hah hah, you fell asleep before I could ask, I think.
John, hmm? That used to be my husband's nickname.
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His name was Johnathan. Johnathan Brisby.
But really, you remind me a little of my son Timothy.
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Of course! Timmy is a sweet boy.
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I'm glad to see so many children here, but your mothers must be worried sick.
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Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know...
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Yes... I simply mean, I apologize if you were alive when she was lost. That's so hard...
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Well, that's wonderful to hear.
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