In the bustling supermarket Fresh & Tasty, where shopping carts squeaked and customers wandered about hunting for the best deals, there lived a tiny, mischievous little sprite called Spuddy.
He was a playful spirit, invisible to almost all humans, who spent his days pulling harmless pranks. His favorite spot was the produce section.
That morning, Spuddy found a forgotten piece of charcoal among some brushes and pencils on a shelf. Without wasting a moment, he grabbed it between his tiny fingers and began his masterpiece.
Swoosh!
He drew a dapper mustache on a large potato.
Shoppers passed by, picking up potatoes and tossing them into their carts without noticing the amusing surprise that would await them at home.
But Spuddy wasn’t satisfied yet. With a nimble movement, he opened a box of colorful ribbons meant for decorating gift baskets.
Flip, flop.
A pink ribbon appeared adorning the little florets of a broccoli.
Plop.
A blue ribbon tied itself around another, as if it were wearing a tiny hat.
The broccoli now looked like little ladies and gentlemen ready to attend a fancy event.
An elderly lady approached looking for broccoli for dinner. Upon seeing them, she raised an eyebrow.
— Well now… aren’t these broccoli looking rather dapper today? —
And without hesitation, she popped one into her cart. It had a bright yellow ribbon.
Spuddy flitted between the shelves, giggling silently at each little joke. He also switched the mushroom labels, giving them flower names: daisy, tulip, wild rose… He swapped the small bananas with the large ones, causing quite a bit of amusing confusion among the customers.
In the midst of all this playful chaos, a small child walked through the produce section crying. He had lost his mom.
Spuddy, who despite being mischievous had a very kind heart, wanted to help. So he gently rolled a carrot to the child’s feet.
The little boy looked at it in surprise, picked it up, and forgetting his sadness for a moment, began to nibble on it curiously. Just then his mother appeared, relieved, and hugged him tight.
And so the day came to an end. The supermarket began to empty, the aisles fell silent, and at nine o’clock the security guard turned off the lights and locked the doors.
Spuddy, tired but content, curled up inside a basket of red apples. He closed his tiny eyes and sighed with satisfaction.
He would dream that tomorrow Fresh & Tasty would fill with people again… and he would have new opportunities to draw mustaches, tie ribbons, and fill the humans’ routine with mischievous magic.
