The shop owner handed Ken a small vile half filled with a brown looking juice. "Swallow this and for one week, seven days and six nights a Bovine form shall you be!"
Ken looked at the vile and then to the fifty bucks still gripped tight in his hand. "What if I don't like being Bovine?" asked Ken looking very serious.
A smile spread on the shop owner's face. "If you don't like being Bovine then bring the vile back a week later for your 10cent deposit! Like it or don't you will be Bovine shortly after drinking the vile, trust me!" argued the little old man.
Ken looked at the vile for some minute or two then handed over the Fifty. As the cash register rang up a sale, Ken asked another question. "Please, what breed of Bovine will this make me?"
"That is all up to you! Before you drink the vile just look up in a book, magazine, or on your computer any breed which looks good. Then while looking at the picture drink the vile and get the ride of your life!" suggested the shop owner as he turned to aid a new customer.
Seemed simple, maybe too simple, but with a small wave of his hand he was out the front door and on his way for a ride.
"Who was that man, I've seen him someplace before?" asked the well dressed lady who had stumbled in to get out of the Summer's heat.
"Him! Oh he a friend trying to be a bull in the market, maybe he make it and maybe not, how can I help such a pretty lady?" asked the old man with a grin.
"Oh it was so hot out I just saw your shop and though I'd step inside! she answered. What products do you sell, any name brands?"
The man limped away some distance before turning around. "I run a shop of wishes once wished that here can all come true! Look about, read labels, but please don't pick up potion jars, breakie one and you will pay much!"
A might angered by being warned as if she was a child Amanda turned to looking around the shop.