Ted examined the figurine he held in his hand. It was one of hundreds like it that the Cobb Daily Import bought cheaply from markets overseas and sold at a three-hundred percent mark-up in local dollar stores. Or it should have been. Ted looked more closely at the figurine and doubted.
It was a matter angles and lighting. Look at it from the right angle, under the right illumination, and things become clear. Fluorescent lights, on the other hand, were aces at making the extraordinary look ordinary. You could walk a unicorn colt down a dollar store aisle, and no one would say a word beyond “How much is that one?”
Perhaps some store supplied by Cobb Daily Import had, in fact, sold a unicorn colt to someone, somewhere, for a buck ninety-nine. They were clearly selling fairies, so anything was possible. And Ted knew now that Cobb Daily really was distributing live fairies to dollar stores, because under the uncanny light of a fresh full moon at half past one in the morning, and out of the corner of a squinting eye, Ted had caught sight of this very figurine moving.
He slipped it back into his pocket, feeling obscurely betrayed....
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