Lao shi sighed climbing onto the stool that sat before the counter. He hated being short, everything was a chore.
He had given up hope long ago that he would grow any taller. Time had sent that ship sailing..
He lazily tented his fingers on the desk and looked out to a door that would never open. No customers, never.
Daydreaming he looked around at his store. Every shelf had a stool in front of it, angrily he hit his fists on the desk shouting 'AYE YAH'. In his fury he toppled the stool and fell to the floor with a thudd.
'Thats enough!' he yelled throwing his arms in the air.
No one else was in the store so he ran to the open sign and threw it to closed. The shutters fell and he ran into the back room. The potion storage.
Fu had taken the time to label a few bottles, a few.
Lao shi squinted reading the labels until his eyes fell upon a bottle he believed to say 'growth' it was blurry but he thought 'to hell with it!' grabbed the bottle and eagerly gulped down its contents.
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