Beeping, buzzing, humming, and whizzing sounds floated through the air as we strolled into the electronics store. Belinda was checking out all of the latest gadgets and trying to find something that John didn’t already have; he was a big fan of useless doo-dads. A little boy came up to my carrier and started poking at me with his candy cane. Belinda wasn’t paying attention and neither was the boy’s mother. He would stick it through the holes in my carrier a little bit and I would quickly steal a lick. Then, he would giggle and do it again. Finally, he stuck it through enough for me to grab it so I did! He immediately started screaming and Belinda whirled around to see what was wrong. The boy’s mother came running over to check his fingers for bites. How dare she think I would bite a child? Belinda found the candy cane sticking to my carrier and took it out to give back to her. “Maybe you should watch your son and where he is sticking his messy candy before you accuse anybody of anything,” scoffed Belinda. The woman snarled at Belinda and dragged her son out of the store by his arm. Belinda just smiled at me and continued shopping.
After we got almost all of the Christmas shopping done, we stopped for a bite to eat. Belinda sat my carrier on top of the table next to her and unzipped it. She put a little plate of roast beef and French fries in front of me and a little bowl of water. As we ate, we watched all of the busy shoppers, fluttering around the mall in search of that perfect gift. The only thing more fun than shopping was watching the hordes of people, frantically trying to find what they are looking for!