Angelita gulped as she neared the solid rock wall that was the door to the boar’s cave. Ne’ertheless, she knocked all the same.
She held her breath during the 2 minutes it took for the door to slide open with the crusty grind o’ rock gainst rock.
& there was the boar, its pupil-less black eyes aimed straight @ her, its mouth emitting motor sounds.
She hesitated a second, but then pulled out the box o’ raisin cookies in red & white with cursive words that said, “No Boaredom Cookies.”
She cleared her throat, then said, “‘Scuse me, Sir, but I’m ‘fraid my husband made a mistake while buying these. ¿Could I trade them in for peanut butter cookies, ‘stead?”
The boar replied, “There’ll be a 500₧ restocking fee.”
Angelita’s fingers twitched.
She said half-cringing, “¿You couldn’t maybe lower that price?”