The shouted "run" came too late. At least for Zinnia. She'd wandered off from the shop in need of something sweet and maybe a little bit sour to wake her up more after a late night of painting. She'd been happily, and obliviously, perusing the section of the shop where she knew there to be sweet and sour treats when suddenly the shattering of glass and crunching of wood hit her ears.

The spray of glass startled Zinnia to a point of a shriek before she fell backwards and into another display only adding to the chaos.

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