Dragon Little was excited to go into the store again. She was 3 years old this time.

“Joy. Do NOT touch anything,” Dragon Father warned her ahead of time.

“A-ha,” she nodded happily.

“No, no, you’re not hearing me,” he said again and slower. “Do not touch ANY of the weapons. Not those you like. Not those you don’t like. You don’t touch the shelves. You don’t touch the lights. You don’t touch the people. You. Touch. Nothing.”

“A-ha,” she nodded just as happily, eyes sparkling.

“A-ha,” he seemed to lack confidence in her words. “What did I just say?”

“Ah… Don’t touch… something?”

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