"Never, in such a short duration of life had I thought about leaving home, as forever!" Lying there in bed, the questions my mind posed, the question posed by Tyler, he was my best friend, how then did that old man at the shop know as was able to do, he wanted us or me, but why?
Come the morning and I got up out of bed as dressed like I was going to school, not wanting mother to know or worry about me going with Tyler to the shop, as both of us rejecting that personal fitting.
Breakfast time was as a ware concealed, Mom was very quiet, rather sullen as she scrabbled the pan fun of eggs and made some raisin toast. We ate in silence, her anger of me still present, and I felt it!
When I was walking out of the house to walk then to the bus stop, Mom said, "You think today about your home and remember that I love you please."
Me hearing her say that to me almost made me want to fall to my knees and beg her to help as keep me home and away from that foolish shop of costume horror. Yet I stuck to my plan of going and asking that old man how he arranged what he did, taking in as well Tyler, as though he wished to become a part of my fantasy.
Tyler met me as I was walking and together we met then the city bus, ignoring the school bus, and rode then to downtown, talking, as i was planning what I should say.
The city bus dropped us off a block away from the shop and we walked together, Tyler muttering his worries of how I got him to come along. As we arrived to the front door of the shop the sign in the window read as "Closed." A second sign posted just inside as setting on the floor read as "Early fitting appointments available, go to the alley side door and ring the bell."
I noted the alternative sign, pointing it out to Tyler, seeing him, his facial expression as one of more than worry, like he was scared. None-the-less, we walked to the alley and along its darkness to a steel door surrounded in a morning haze of expelled steam coming from vent pipes there in the alley.
I pressed the button to ring the doorbell, and heard what sounded like a old style phone ringing then inside the building. A moment later and the side door opened but the person greeting us was not the shopkeeper, but a woman, the dressed in a skin-tight Zebra costume. She stood there and then smiled, her teeth looking like those of a real equine, white, squared, a front row top and bottom with the gap where might go a bit attached to a bridle. We gawking at her, saw there the essence of a woman but standing precariously on the hind like legs of a zebra, having black hoofs, a swishing tail, and lots of stripes.
"Please enter, and I suspect you are Tyler and his good friend here for your personal fittings of the pony team!" She said, as I was a bit surprised she could speak so well considering her lips and mouth was quite equine of form.
We entered past the door, walking as would men going to their expected deaths and followed by some manner of perdition. Walking then along a narrow hallway between rows of hung furry and or hairy costumes. As finally we entered what was the costume shop sales floor, and saw there the old man standing, he holding a pony costume in each hand while smiling with a devilish grin.
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