Zootopia hid many secrets in its depths, some good and some bad. But there were few that held such interesting mysteries as the quaint little shop sitting between two massive buildings on the fringe of Central Savannah and the downtown area, owned by the strangest goat you'd ever seen. She was a collector of wares of all sorts, some of the strangest items that could exist in such a fascinating universe. She had traveled the world to collect them and wished to share all that she had found. So, she had opened the store, Stephanie's Store, under the guise of selling antiques.
Of course, if you had ever been inside the store and purchased something, you'd know just how much of an underestimate "antiques" was given what these items could do. Though that was part of the fun, Stephanie had decided. Letting her patrons discover the joy of what secrets the world held was why she had founded her place of business in the first place. Not out of any pursuit of money or wealth.
It was a slow day for Stephanie as she sat waiting at the counter, drumming her hooves as she listened to the radio. A few of the regulars had stopped by that morning, but nothing much interesting had happened.
That was all about to change, of course, as the bell at the door clanged out and someone walked in. Someone brand new, who had never stepped foot in Stephanie's Store. Someone who was entering the shop for a very particular reason as yet undecided. But to start, who was it that had discovered the quaint little antique store?
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