Levi had always been curious and his mother said it would get him into trouble. One troublesome Tuesday, he was jogging down Silent Street and instead of the Emporium’s door being closed, it was wide open with a welcoming sign that read greetings. This shop is open twenty-four hours a day. Without thinking he stepped in.

He looked around and everything he saw he wanted to keep. A remote control bug with silky smooth, stainless steel, a giant stuffed panda,and  a miniature plane zipping around aimlessly. On one table there was a baby polar bear and its fur was as fluffy and puffy as snow on Christmas Eve. Little flags of color were all over the ceiling. The childish bookcases littered with novels and dictionaries, and talking stick on tattoos for kids. But the thing that looked really special to him was the sewed leather, fancy looking book. The label read “Book of Treasures.” As he opened it up and flicked through the pages the words became more and more distant. 

“I see you’ve found my book of treasures,” came an uttering voice behind Levi, he jumped and snapped the book shut. It was the shopkeeper. He was an old ragged man. He had a pigeon gripped to his shoulder pecking the air like Levi’s face was next.