Noel, humming what might sound like a festive tune to the passer-by, pulled out a set of rather heavy keys that were attached to a long and very strong gold chain that was, in itself, attached to a fob in his very smart grey pinstriped trousers that matched his pinstriped vest under which he wore a crisp white dress shirt. Always well dressed, and impeccably groomed, Noel’s white hair and beard had just been cleaned up at the barbers and he appeared cheerier than normal. Automatically finding the right key, Noel opened the door of his repair shop.
Turning on the shop lights, he looked around at all the toys and other odds and ends like old cuckoo clocks and radio waiting sitting on shelves waiting to be repaired. Smiling, Noel closed the door behind him, flipping the "closed" sign to "open" and proceeded to greet each and every object and toy like he normally did each day. It was a daily ritual of his, Noel considered each item special because, in turn, each object had made someone happy, and so, therefore, deserved, in his mind, to be treated with care and respect.
“Good morning, Mr. Fuzzles,” he said to a pink fluffy teddy bear that was on the counter and was missing an eye and looked rather forlorn.
“Hello there, Bella my dear, aren’t you looking lovely today?” Noel said as he picked up a Barbie typed doll who was in desperate need of a new dress and new hair. The poor thing had been in the hands of a rather inquisitive five-year-old with a pair of scissors.
“Wesley,” he said in a cheery tone, greeting a cuckoo clock that had a broken shutter door from an overenthusiastic eight-year-old who had wanted to see where the little bird lived inside.
“Mr. Choo-choo!” He said spotting the train set in the corner. It needed a new set of mechanical wheels. It's owner, a young boy of ten, played with the train set for hours on end every day.
“You are first! Just let me grab my leather work apron and a cup of peppermint tea.” Noel said as he flipped on the lights at the back of his workshop and stepped into the small kitchen. There he put on the kettle and made himself a mug of his favourite peppermint tea.
Whistling happily as he emerged from the tiny back kitchen with his red and white striped mug, Noel then picked up the train set and started working on it.
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Turning on the shop lights, he looked around at all the toys and other odds and ends like old cuckoo clocks and radio waiting sitting on shelves waiting to be repaired. Smiling, Noel closed the door behind him, flipping the "closed" sign to "open" and proceeded to greet each and every object and toy like he normally did each day. It was a daily ritual of his, Noel considered each item special because, in turn, each object had made someone happy, and so, therefore, deserved, in his mind, to be treated with care and respect.
“Good morning, Mr. Fuzzles,” he said to a pink fluffy teddy bear that was on the counter and was missing an eye and looked rather forlorn.
“Hello there, Bella my dear, aren’t you looking lovely today?” Noel said as he picked up a Barbie typed doll who was in desperate need of a new dress and new hair. The poor thing had been in the hands of a rather inquisitive five-year-old with a pair of scissors.
“Wesley,” he said in a cheery tone, greeting a cuckoo clock that had a broken shutter door from an overenthusiastic eight-year-old who had wanted to see where the little bird lived inside.
“Mr. Choo-choo!” He said spotting the train set in the corner. It needed a new set of mechanical wheels. It's owner, a young boy of ten, played with the train set for hours on end every day.
“You are first! Just let me grab my leather work apron and a cup of peppermint tea.” Noel said as he flipped on the lights at the back of his workshop and stepped into the small kitchen. There he put on the kettle and made himself a mug of his favourite peppermint tea.
Whistling happily as he emerged from the tiny back kitchen with his red and white striped mug, Noel then picked up the train set and started working on it.
@FennWenn
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Quietly, a small fae tip-toed into the shop.