There I was, at the fabric store once again. Thinking in my own particular way. Watching people, pondering about all the times I have watched shoppers and thought about the various behaviors they (we!) exhibit. I have decided that there definitely is a zoo at the fabric store.
A lone regal lion is waiting in the chair by the door, one eye on his lioness as she prowls the aisles, hunting. They both appear to have all the time in the world, indeed he looks ready to doze in contentment. The lioness is maneuvering the bolts with agility and grace, unrolling, re-rolling, carefully selecting the perfect morsels. She carries herself with elegance, assured that she is in control, and that her hunt will bring her the best pieces. I envision cubs tucked away somewhere, patiently waiting for the return of their parents. I think I hear the lion purring, and imagine a warm breeze off the savannah.
In the door bounds a mama kangaroo, who carefully tucks her smallest child into the seat pouch on a cart. Her older child hops off in a great rush, mindless of the direction. Kanga Mama follows, and items fall off tables in the wake of this family, as though their unseen tails are knocking things about.
A flamingo stands on one leg at the thread racks, hiding boxes of threads under her wing while she sorts and stocks the shelves. She looks about to see if she is needed elsewhere, then shifts to the other leg and tucks more spools away.
The bargain tables are surrounded by vultures, sifting through the wares and pecking at the goods. One reaches for the same piece as another, and they eye each other before giving in to whatever protocol of manners they are following. Some cackle with laughter as they rummage through the lovely tidbits, others hover nearby watching for an opening at the table.
From the office near the back, the giraffe stretches her long neck to peer about the store. Her watchful eyes spot the wayward kangaroo family, and she steps out to dispatch a worker to pick up the disheveled items.
A row of goslings are quietly clucking as they waddle behind their parents in the decorating section of the store. A tight-knit family, the young ones accustomed to following their parents about. The gander pokes and prods fabrics while the goose keeps an eye on the goslings.
As the lions depart, a trio of hyenas comes in, cheerful with laughter and chatter. They scatter and call to each other with delight as they unearth treasures to share. Happy spirits, but determined, earnestly looking for inspiration and the perfect fabric for whatever projects they are planning.
The parrot at the register chatters with customers as they pay for their findings. She cocks her head and exclaims with encouraging glee as shoppers present their selections. “Come back soon!” is her oft-repeated goodbye chant.
I can well imagine other creatures coming and going, but am struck with the realization that I, too, am part of this zoo. Walking quietly, observing as from a distance, what type of animal does that make me?
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