Business had been slow for longer than Abon cared to admit. So, in her spare time, and there was a lot, she had opened a pet store. That was going remarkably well even though she didn't sell many pets. Unfortunately, she fell in love with every pet she acquired and before long the pens, cages and kennels were overflowing into the building next door, the alley, sidewalk and even roof, where she kept the aviary roosts.
Someone outside the door yelped when he tripped over some cages of baby crocolisks and was rewarded with small, snapping snouts taking not so small bites out of him. She apologized to the man and gave him some money for clothing repairs and medical costs. Thinking she had taken care of everything, she was surprised when a city guard stopped by sometime later.
"Are you the owner of Abon's Fine Pets and Beauty Products?"
She nodded. "Yep, sure am. Got a special on perfumes and colognes this week. Buy one get one free. Winter veil's coming up. That would make a great gift for wives, girlfriends and mistresses. As they say, 'To wives and sweethearts, may they never meet.' I always recommend men buy the same perfume for wives and girlfriends so they don't smell different perfume.
"That can get kind of tricky. I remember one time--"
He held up his hand. "I'm not here to buy anything. A man filed a complaint against you for keeping dangerous animals here." He looked around, scowling as most officers did.
"Frowning makes you have premature wrinkles. Got a sale on Abon's Fabulous Wrinkle No More Kit complete with mini iron to iron out the wrinkles."
He scowled deeper. "How many pets do you have here?"
"Oh, around two hundred, give or take..." she muttered the last part to herself, "a few hundred."
"I'm counting over three hundred without even going in the shop."
"Really? Got a sale on Gecko Bill and Oba this week. It's an all natural supplement to strengthen you mind."
He scowled again. "My mind's fine. You're only permitted for one hundred animals here. You're going to have to get rid of some of these critters or we'll jerk your license." With that he wrote her up a warning giving her mere weeks to liquidate a large part of her inventory.
She took the ticket, lip trembling and eyes welling up. "Yeah, all right. I'll find homes for my friends...meaniepants"
((So, here's the deal. Abon has to get rid of some of her pet friends. She's going to be wandering around Stormwind and Ironforge selling pets. She'll have five pets each time she leaves. Four will be common pets, so at ten gold a piece, you may get one worth less than that, but at least one pet will be worth substantially more than ten gold. She'll make her first pet appearance at Troubadour Night next Monday night in Ironforge.))
Someone outside the door yelped when he tripped over some cages of baby crocolisks and was rewarded with small, snapping snouts taking not so small bites out of him. She apologized to the man and gave him some money for clothing repairs and medical costs. Thinking she had taken care of everything, she was surprised when a city guard stopped by sometime later.
"Are you the owner of Abon's Fine Pets and Beauty Products?"
She nodded. "Yep, sure am. Got a special on perfumes and colognes this week. Buy one get one free. Winter veil's coming up. That would make a great gift for wives, girlfriends and mistresses. As they say, 'To wives and sweethearts, may they never meet.' I always recommend men buy the same perfume for wives and girlfriends so they don't smell different perfume.
"That can get kind of tricky. I remember one time--"
He held up his hand. "I'm not here to buy anything. A man filed a complaint against you for keeping dangerous animals here." He looked around, scowling as most officers did.
"Frowning makes you have premature wrinkles. Got a sale on Abon's Fabulous Wrinkle No More Kit complete with mini iron to iron out the wrinkles."
He scowled deeper. "How many pets do you have here?"
"Oh, around two hundred, give or take..." she muttered the last part to herself, "a few hundred."
"I'm counting over three hundred without even going in the shop."
"Really? Got a sale on Gecko Bill and Oba this week. It's an all natural supplement to strengthen you mind."
He scowled again. "My mind's fine. You're only permitted for one hundred animals here. You're going to have to get rid of some of these critters or we'll jerk your license." With that he wrote her up a warning giving her mere weeks to liquidate a large part of her inventory.
She took the ticket, lip trembling and eyes welling up. "Yeah, all right. I'll find homes for my friends...meaniepants"
((So, here's the deal. Abon has to get rid of some of her pet friends. She's going to be wandering around Stormwind and Ironforge selling pets. She'll have five pets each time she leaves. Four will be common pets, so at ten gold a piece, you may get one worth less than that, but at least one pet will be worth substantially more than ten gold. She'll make her first pet appearance at Troubadour Night next Monday night in Ironforge.))
Edited by Abon on 12/1/2012 5:35 AM PST
