Hall of Infinite Doors
“Cinnamon,” you think to yourself. “I didn’t know it could be hard or extra-long, but I guess I still have a lot to learn about spices.”
It’s not hard for you to find the spice tent. It’s centrally located, bright red, and most subtly of all, bears a huge sign reading “SPICES”. If only everything in life were this straightforward... But you digress. Marching matter-of-factly into the little tent, you smile at the little gingerbread man standing behind the counter. He is surrounded by thousands of glass jars filled with powders of every color, with leaves and herbs, with strange, wonderful things you’ve never seen before.
“I would like one hard stick of extra-long cinnamon, if you don’t mind,” you tell the clerk.
“All right,” he says quietly, eyeing you for a moment before reaching behind him onto a high shelf. He pulls out a large jar filled with cinnamon sticks and pulls out the longest one of the lot. He lays it on a small sheet of waxed paper, expertly rolling, sealing and tying the ends with brightly colored ribbon. He smiles briefly at you.
“That will be fourteen sprinkles, please,” he says.
“Fourteen sprinkles?” you ask, confused.
“Yes, that is the price of the cinnamon,” he affirms.
“I, uh, well…I’m shopping for a friend and I’m not accustomed to this currency yet.” Not knowing what else to do, you show your shopping list to the clerk. To your surprise, he smiles broadly, blushing ever so slightly.
“I should have known,” he laughs. “That is Mrs. Gingerbread’s handwriting.”
“Why yes!” you say, very relieved.
“Mrs. Gingerbread has perfect credit in this store,” he continues, his smile now reshaping itself into a smirk. “She always pays her bill. Always.” His eyes shine lustily as he stares intently at you. “Well, good day to you!” he pipes cheerfully before hurrying distractedly into the back room of the tent.
Shaking your head a little, you take your parcel and walk out the door. It has begun to snow, and the day is slowly darkening. You’d better hurry up! What should you look for next?
It’s not hard for you to find the spice tent. It’s centrally located, bright red, and most subtly of all, bears a huge sign reading “SPICES”. If only everything in life were this straightforward... But you digress. Marching matter-of-factly into the little tent, you smile at the little gingerbread man standing behind the counter. He is surrounded by thousands of glass jars filled with powders of every color, with leaves and herbs, with strange, wonderful things you’ve never seen before.
“I would like one hard stick of extra-long cinnamon, if you don’t mind,” you tell the clerk.
“All right,” he says quietly, eyeing you for a moment before reaching behind him onto a high shelf. He pulls out a large jar filled with cinnamon sticks and pulls out the longest one of the lot. He lays it on a small sheet of waxed paper, expertly rolling, sealing and tying the ends with brightly colored ribbon. He smiles briefly at you.
“That will be fourteen sprinkles, please,” he says.
“Fourteen sprinkles?” you ask, confused.
“Yes, that is the price of the cinnamon,” he affirms.
“I, uh, well…I’m shopping for a friend and I’m not accustomed to this currency yet.” Not knowing what else to do, you show your shopping list to the clerk. To your surprise, he smiles broadly, blushing ever so slightly.
“I should have known,” he laughs. “That is Mrs. Gingerbread’s handwriting.”
“Why yes!” you say, very relieved.
“Mrs. Gingerbread has perfect credit in this store,” he continues, his smile now reshaping itself into a smirk. “She always pays her bill. Always.” His eyes shine lustily as he stares intently at you. “Well, good day to you!” he pipes cheerfully before hurrying distractedly into the back room of the tent.
Shaking your head a little, you take your parcel and walk out the door. It has begun to snow, and the day is slowly darkening. You’d better hurry up! What should you look for next?
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