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Sarah's heart leapt into her throat as she turned on her heel, caught unawares.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," an elderly woman sighed in an exasperated tone, "he's such a grouch in this cold weather!"
Sarah's eyes were immediately drawn to the large dog in front of the woman. It was a dirty white colour, but she could see its fur had been meticulously brushed through. His head was hung low and he held his ears back, glaring at nothing and everything.
"Is he all right?" Sarah asked, leaning back from the brooding aura the Pyranese-looking dog was putting out.
The woman waved her off, "Bah, he's fine. He's just mad that I didn't share my coffee with him."
Sarah's brow rose, "Oh, well, I suppose that would do it."

(Fair warning... I used to write short stories, I LOVE this and I may get to writing too much, so I apologize!)

Cautiously she began to ponder as she stepped inside the Tea n Stuff Shoppe. Sarah couldnt help but notice the salesman was nowhere to be found.

"Hello? Anyone there?" She asked aloud. With no response, she turned and shrugged and made her way down another wall of unique items. Mugs, coffees, teas of all kinds. As she reached the corner, she turned slowly and snickered at a very large mug that had two kittens with mittens on their tails. She touched it briefly, remembering the gingercat from earlier. "Strange, these animals... I wonder what could be bothering them today? It seemed a normal day!"

As she casually rummaged through the vast selections of different shapes and sizes of mugs, she got lost in a memory, suddenly being taken off guard at the overwhelming scent of cedar & mulberry.

She remembered the last time she saw her grandmother. Thinking to herself "My, it's been quite some time since I saw grandma Jane... I wonder what she's been up to lately?" Grandma Jane was a magnificent baker. She always had wonderful pine wreaths in her home, making it seem just a little more cozy. She decorated and refreshed them according to the seasons. Her favorite combination was the loud smelling, deep burgundy colored mulberry pie, and the freshly cut disks of cedar that Grandma Jane placed on the center of the tables. Such a brilliant combination. She noted she must get the pie recipe the next time she saw Grandma Jane.

Just then a sparkle caught her eye. A catty little mug sat alone on a shelf. She went to reach for the mug and she swore she saw the mug twinkle again right in front of her very eyes! "Is this magic?" She thought to herself... shaking her head she grasped the handle to inspect it with a closer eye.

As she peered at the mug, she noticed all the intricate details. It had to have been hand-made. Each brush stroke so unique and vivid, the clay molded just perfectly into shape. It wasnt anything out of the ordinary, in terms of pottery. A simple mug shape, but yet so unique. Large base and strangely bulbous at the bottom, with a slight taper towards the top, a rounded over lip, and the delicate handle, hand-twisted. The mug was glazed with a combination of natural glaze and an extraordinary cobalt blue. But what really caught her eye was the deep, demanding blood red color in the inside. She swore she could feel the heat radiating from within. As she peered inside, she felt herself being lifted into the air, looking around, a rumbling whirlwind, pulling her down into the depths of what lay beyond.

"What is happening to me? Where am I going?! HELP!!" She cried out in vain.

((Nice twist rubyjo!))

But something wasn't quite right. It took her a moment to place it, but once she did, it was quite obvious. Sarah was fairly certain there hadn't been a unicorn silhouetted against the dying sun the first time she had stood here.

Most of you I sent straws/eggs, but FeldingFields you have a horse waiting for you in my buddy chat.

Tried to get all of you something off of your wishlists. One of you didn't have a wishlist so I just gave you straws from a closed gene horse with the licenses we share.