When the professor approached the counter to pay, the extra friendly brown aproned cashier asked if everything was OK.
Yes, yes, fine, she muttered in response then despite herself blurted out, I was just wondering about this Yoga Frog you had and maybe you have some more in the back?
The cashier looked at her for a second with a blank face then pointed to the back of the store. There's still one sitting there. It's out of its box, I think. I'm pretty sure its the last one.
The professor spun on her heels and quickly weaved through a crowd of slow moving people with large purses and bags, marched past the dice games and around the pile of gifts celebrating each branch of the Military and looked exactly where the cashier had pointe, right there facing the bathroom, doomed to smell cinnamon apple candles read cute signs like “Don’t Judge me Until You Walk a Mile in My FlipFlops."
There, planted like a tree was the Laughing Yoga Frog, now 80% off on clearance.
She carefully picked the frog up, cradled in her arms and said silently to her heart to the universe to whoever was listening, I hear you. I don't know why, I don't know what for, but it's clear we belong together.
