Ring ring ring!
A voice rang in Tomio’s head: “Remember, little egg, don’t ring it too many times, or you’ll drive the customers away.” They then placed the yellow bell down on the counter before propping his arms there, resting their cheeks on their hooves. Why did they have to be the one to watch the festival stall when all the other buns got to have fun, eating and playing and riding all of those...
