Turtle & Canary; Saturday [08/05].

[merchant_of_miracles]

Sometimes, life just wasn't fair. The Merchant of Miracles had done all that he could to protect his cart from the incoming storms, but not even a cart as incredible and impressive as his could withstand all that wind, and those waves, and the shark the had pretty much burst into the thing while he was hunkered down inside and nearly killed him. So, for the second time in way too short of a time span, the Merchant's home was utterly destroyed with an extra helping of shark stuck in his living room. He thought of bunkering down with the unicorns, but you ever been stuck in a house with two unicorns during a sharkicane? It wasn't pretty. But at least his store had to be safe and in tact, right? They'd boarded it up, did all the preparations, even sprinkled the place with shark repellent (listen, you would, too, if you were the Merchant of Miracles and you saw those goons circling the place...Biscuit guy wasn't the only guy around here with dubious outstanding debts, you know). And don't even get him started on the poor Squishy machine!

"What do you mean, the shark repellent didn't work?" the Merchant demanded when he arrived, soaked from the rain, to find that the boards hadn't done anything, that there was a hammerhead in the hardware section, and that fish sticks weren't the only things in his frozen food aisle. "You musta done it wrong, Nahasapeemapedilon! You just can't find good help these day."

But, since he didn't have a home right now and he wasn't going to deal with the unicorns, the Merchant figured he might as well stay here and try to do some damage control. And of course try to sell stuff to anyone who might just happen to come in.

[[and a shark ate the ocd]]