I heaved the last box unto the table, causing Oscar jump around in his cage. I was a bit early, so I decided to to look around. I wandered around, admiring the different things people were selling, but never buying anything. As I watched some people set up the dunking booth I heard someone arguing. I wasn't the kind of person to poke into other people's business, but it sounded serious. I went a little closer.
"...always act like this?"
"Like a frickin' stranger!"
Uh oh. It sounded like Tyler. I wasn't whether to go and break it up. I forced myself to walk up to the stand. What should I do? My eye caught a parrot cage sitting on the table. Oscar had an cage. It was old, but I didn't really need a new one.
There was a loud smack. The girl had slapped Tyler.
"You're going to ruin me Tyler; you're going to ruin yourself. I would rather be called a murderer than a..."
"How much?" I asked, touching the bars of the cage.
"Twenty bucks." The girl stalked off. I handed over twenty dollars and dragged the cage of the table.
"Oscar will like this. Thank you, Tyler Hanson." I smiled and walked away with the new cage. I felt good having cleared up the bad karma there. But what was that girl talking about? When I arrived at my stand I froze. A little girl was standing there and she was fingering the vase. The three hundred dollar vase.
"Hey!" I shouted, waving my hands. "Step away from there!" She started, bumping the table and knocking off the vase.
"No!" Dropping the cage, I leaped through the air and caught the vase in my outstretched hands.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" The girl appeared to be on the verge of tears.
"Um, it's okay." I smiled at her and she smiled back. After she skipped away, I turned back to the vase. No chips, no cracks. Whew! I should probably have put the vase in a safer place. But I also wanted to put it somewhere people could see it.
"What a dilemma!"
"What a dilemma! What a dilemma!"