Wilson Closes the Shop

Night had fallen on Agate Street and all that remained was one lonely shop keep in a tiny store.

A broom was pushed over a dirty stone floor and young Wilson Gregor began to close his store for the day. “Whistling a song, whistling a song,” the clerk sang, as he could not whistle to save his life.

Suddenly, bells hanging at the store’s entry rang.

“I need a health potion! Something magical! Help!” A stranger shouted, running inside.

Wilson shook his head, “For the last time, this is a Radioshack.  The town only looks like a video game village.”

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