The sign, reading "Riverton Toy Garden" in bright primary colored block lettering, outside the store swung wildly in the wind. Inside, the walls were green and the shelves filled with whirring, twirling and buzzing toys. A train set dominated one corner of the store, a puppet rack another. Costumes of all styles and sizes lined one wall, giving
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"This sure does bring back memories."
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He glances up at Ennis, smiling at the other man indulges. "Yeah? You liked puppets as a kid, or what?"
From another corner of the store, some of Fred's co-workers whoop loudly as they score or win or something on the Wii.
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"Now, don' go runnin' off on me again," he speaks for his little puppet, avoiding the question strategically.
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Then he laughs, loudly, before abruptly turning the sound into a whiny bleat. "Baaa. Juuuust waaanted an adven-baaaa-truuure." Fred's sheep gallops along in the air, away from the shephard puppet and toward freedom!!
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Continuing in the bleaty sheep voice, Fred's hand complained, "Heeyyy. Baaa. I don't appre-baaa-ciate thaaaat."
Fred's lips are twitching and he seems to be having more fun than a grown man should, whilst playing with puppets.
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Then in wee shepherd voice, "Don't give a lick if y'appreciate it, ya damn ungrateful thing."
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His sheep merely bleats, hiding amongst the puppet rack, behind a moose and a unicorn.
"Think there's a shepherdess in there somewhere, but it's more the Little Bo Peep kind, less the realistic bit. Unless... that is how shepherdesses dress." Fred looks thoughtful.
Fred's sheep baas, "Youuuu're an iiidiiiot."
"Oi!"
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"Seems yer sheep got one up on ya there."
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The sheep bleats. Fred's not too bad at ventriloquism, really. Never hurt, growing up, to be able to make it sound as if his sister said something mean.
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