This was putting it a bit loftily, since old Mrs. Craw, the tiny but fierce owner of the pet shop, didn’t exactly pay him. She did, however, allow him to play with the animals and birds, which she claimed he had “a real way with” due to his “unique” looks. Nashville liked the job and figured it was one place he blended in just fine. That afternoon, like most afternoons, Mrs. Craw left Nashville to watch the shop while she went and played canasta. “You’re in charge,” she told him as she left. “I have some imperative vocational commerce in town.” Mrs. Craw was fond of words that were twice her size. Nashville liked being alone in the shop. He liked the smell of cedar, and the sound the mice made when they sipped their water bottle. He liked the softness of puppy ears, and the NO FISHING sign in the fish tank. He especially liked the birds—the exotic, bright birds, bopping like jesters in a royal court.
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