The market seller searched all over their store for the specific item the customer wanted but could not find it. One would think that a 2 by 6 light-grey building piece would be easy to find…but, no, the seller had lots of other pieces, but not that one.
“How about two 1 by 6 pieces? Would that work?”
The young boy glared. The boy’s father glared. The market seller gulped.
“Of course, it wouldn’t work! What was I thinking? Forgive me.”
The market seller thought. “How about I get one for you?”
“You have one month to find what my son wants.”
The boy and his father returned to the palace and the market seller quickly collected his family. Together the market seller, his wife, and five children set off to find what the young boy wanted. Through burning sun, dune after dune, the family crossed the desert for six days heading for the coast where other merchants brought goods from all over the world.
No one there had what the market seller was looking for. Head North the other merchants said. So, the market seller and his family headed North across the sea in a boat. Eventually the air turned cold and the family huddled together for warmth. They came to a Northern city where there were many merchants, but they also did not have what the young boy wanted. Some took pity on the market seller and his family and gave them coats, blankets, and shoes. Head further North they said.
So, the market seller and his family headed further North. The children were shocked and amazed by the landscape of the North. Their home was nothing but tan sand, but here it was nothing but white snow. They walked and walked until they came upon a small patch of pine trees that formed a path leading to a small town made of ice. Somehow the people who lived there were able to color the ice which made everything bright and beautiful. Like the palace back home.
The market seller asked the first person he saw if they had merchants in their town and the person just laughed and laughed.
“Go up to the house on the hill by the trees over there and knock on the door,” they said.
That is exactly what the market seller and his family did. The woman who answered the door was very polite and invited them in. She called her husband in from the workshop and together they sat with the market seller and his family listening to his tale of how he came to be so far North. The woman’s husband laughed, then frowned, shaking his head.
“That piece doesn’t exist, I’m afraid.”
The market seller’s wife gasped and started to weep. Her family would be killed upon returning without the piece.
The woman looked at her husband and grinned. He shook his head. “How about you stay up here and help me?”
The market seller’s children cheered and giggled. His wife’s face lit up, and the market seller too became happy.
“Oh, thank you. We would love to. We could make food from home and sell it to the people of your town.”
“That sounds like a fantastic idea,” the man in red said.
And that is the story of how the North got its first street cart vendor.
This short gets me caught up with the WTAW (I cheated…lol).