“Hurry up and pick one out, Matthew” Mother said to
her son. “You can only get one.”
Matthew nodded as he rushed into the room. He looked
about with a curious gaze, unsure of which one to choose. He
scratched his brown scalp as he approached an old man. His face was
worn and covered in wrinkles. A kind smile accented his face,
stretching the creases of his face. His eyes sparkled as he saw the
little boy standing in front of him. “Who are you?” Matthew
asked.
“I'm just an old man,” the old man chuckled softly.
“But I can tell you many things about the ways of the world and how
it is that you came here.” Matthew looked at him for a moment
longer before walking by The old man gave him a sad look, but did
not utter a word. Few chose him anymore, many would sit and talk
with him for long hours into the night; but ultimately, he would
remain.
Matthew continued his journey through the expanse. He
met a woman dressed in a tight fitting, grey suit that reached from
her ankles all the way up to her neck. Bright brass buttons gleamed
in the light, each of them having been polished religiously. Her
face was turned up as she looked through her thin framed glasses to
the book that she was studying. Her white hair was pulled up into a
tight bun that pulled at the wrinkles around her eyes. “Excuse
me,” Matthew asked meekly.
The woman turned her gaze from the faded book to the
boy. She looked over her glasses with a quizzical glare. “If you
wish to be heard,” she began with a nasally voice, “then you must
enunciate each syllable clearly and concisely. And stand up
straight. Slouching is the sign of laziness.” Matthew
straightened a little, but hurried passed the woman. She just turned
her nose up once again to read her book with a calculated stare.
Matthew passed by one after another. One man dressed in
a plaid shirt and a thick beard talked to him about birdhouses as he
put a pencil behind his ear and a hand on a tool belt. Another
woman, wearing a long white dress, spoke to him of knights in words
that were long, elegant, and confusing. Matthew began to think that
he would never find one that he could take home.
Then he heard it.
The barking of a small yellow dog, holding bright red
ball in his mouth. He bounded about the floor making his floppy ears
bounce about with every hop and jump. It hurried over to Matthew and
dropped the ball at his feet and wagged its tail back and forth so
hard that its entire body shook from the motion.
Matthew smiled as he picked the dog up and rushed over
to his mother. “Mommy! Mommy! This one! I want this one!” he
said holding the dog up to the best of his ability.
“Okay. Okay,” his mother chuckled as she draped her
arm around his shoulders. “Let's take him up.”
Matthew hurried over to a counter near the door where a
woman sat with a warm smile on her face. “Oh that is a good one,”
she said in a cheerful voice as she lifted the dog up onto the
counter. “He is very popular with other people your age. Just one
more thing before we send him home with you.” She turned her gaze
to Matthew, who was beaming with happiness.
“Do you have your library card?”
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