The boy began excitedly looking at all the amazing array of dragon-related merchandise. They all looked hand made and very detailed. It must have taken days to make each piece.
"You two like dragons?" a creepy old man said. The boy assumed that he was the owner of the shop.
"Yes, very much so," the boy said. "My favorite creature."
"Really..." the old man said, and appeared to be thinking deeply for a few moments. "And why are they your favorite?"
"Hmm..."
The boy thought for several seconds.
"Because they can fly!" he said with an amount of childlike glee that was rather unbecoming for someone of his age.
"Interesting..." the man said. "I've got something you two might like, if you'll follow me."
"No thanks, he's the one who likes dragons, not me," Shelly said.
"Nonsense. You'll both love this," the old man said as he lead them to a door near the back of the shop.
Shelly had a very bad feeling about this...