It came as no surprise to anyone when he entered the shop and found it inhabited by fluffy, cuddly creatures.
After all, the shop was known as a place where the unusual met up with the even more unusual.
Today though, the fluffy, cuddly creatures, were in their thousands, milling about the shop floor, engaged in conversation the type fluffy, cuddly creatures engaged in.
They seemed so remarkably calm as if awaiting something that might stir them into action.
He knew that if he tried to pick one up, he could provoke them into an action he may regret. He knew this from a previous encounter the week before when the fluffy, cuddly creatures had acted as one in protecting their kind from his kind, which they obviously thought, represented a risk to themselves.
The cuddliness of them was, in fact, not to be taken for granted. To look at them, they were the sort of fluffy, cuddly creature you might take to bed with you, have sitting ornamentally on your bed or snuggle up to on a cold night as their big round brown eyes had a tendency to lure you in.
He wasn’t quite sure what to do about the mass of creatures on the shop floor when Barney his head cleaner came through the back door armed with a mop and a cage and started to gather up the fluffy, cuddly creatures into the cage.
Within seconds chaos ensured. Barney was devoured by the creatures whose feeding frenzy was nothing short of terrifying; they ate the mop as well as Barney before settling back into the lethargic state he had first discovered them in.
There was a lesson in all that.
He decided that today was going to be one of those days where it was best if he went home, had a cup of tea and left the shop to sort itself out.