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"The Dinner" by grimmbones7
It was a dreary day. Alfred hobbled across the Neopia Central path and waved to the Money Tree. He unlocked the Post Office and began dusting his collections. He picked up his favourite framed photo and gently dusted it off. He went through his daily routine of signing off on shipments and organizing his stock. Whenever a happy, plucky customer came in Alfred put on a smile and helped them find what they needed. He grew tired of the same routine day in and day out. He pondered retiring for a moment and then shook his head. If he gave up the shop, he wouldn’t have anything to keep him occupied. He remembered years and years ago when he owned the Food Shop with his wife and son. Young Alfred sprinkled the flour on the counter as his son helped to flatten out the dough. “Papa, do I roll it out like this?” the little chia asked. Alfred looked down at his son and laughed. “You have flour on your nose!” Annie popped her head in the kitchen. “Come on boys, we have to get the bread out for the customers!” Alfred smiled. Annie was always rushing around to get everything done. He took over flattening out the dough, got them in the pans, and lifted them into the oven. As he set the time, he went to the orchard to get the baskets of fresh fruit. “Papa, look at me! Look at me, I’m flying!”

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