Aisle 3: Imagination

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NARRATOR (GEORGE):
The Toy Museum KNOWS how to roar.
It has dragons that eat cars,
tiny metal racers that dare gravity,
and shelves of toys that glow and beep and shout.

But sometimes,
the museum does something much quieter.

It turns the dullest errands of adult life
into a stage for children.

Tonight, the Night Watchman
has wandered away from speeding cars
and plastic teeth,
into a corner of the museum
that feels… suspiciously like a grocery store.
[Footsteps slow. A trolley rattle, very small.]

All right, that’s tonight’s story.I’ll make my roundsand see who’s ready to talk tomorrow.
In this place,there’s always one more toywith something to say.
NIGHT WATCHMAN:
Let me guess.
Next stop: frozen peas?

NARRATOR:
Not quite.
In front of him, on a low platform,
is a play set laid out like a tiny supermarket.
There’s a checkout counter with a little conveyor belt,
a scanner,
a beeping register,
plastic fruits and vegetables,
milk cartons the size of his thumb,
and a trolley just big enough
for two small blue heelers to fight over.

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