~~Acquiring an Object~~
(The results of total boredom.)
It was very obvious, what prompted Leran to do as he had done. He'd been dragged out today to go shopping with his mother and sisters. That alone was enough to drive a man insane! But not only had they taken him from one boring store to the next, speaking on impossibly vague and uninteresting subjects, they couldn't just manage to go shopping as one was meant to do, no. They had to look for hours, deliberate over everything, compare everything, and get distracted from the goals of the day every other millisecond.
Somehow, they'd managed to go into a part of town that Leran couldn't figure out for the life of him as to the necessity of being there. It had nothing to do with the day's goals. And going into THAT shop, right there... That most definitely was not on the agenda of things a man did. Nope! Leran abandoned the females, taking up the skateboard from the trunk (and they'd complained he'd have no use for them!), and heading out to get home. Leran guessed, even if the girls arbitrarily decided not to go into those particular shops, he'd have at least the most of the decade to get home before they did.
It wasn't his usual street to skateboard on, and it wasn't one that seemed particularly inclined to welcome skateboarders. Mostly, what surrounded him was uninteresting, places that meant nothing to him or didn't house any of the hangouts of his immediate group of friends. Why then he continued along the street, looking for something that he couldn't name, Leran couldn't guess. Why that "something" turned out to be some unorganized, unthemed trinket shop was even more of a mystery to the boy. But it caught up his adrenaline, and that made it a sufficient enough place to look into without ever thinking twice about it.
Now Leran, of course, was superior to all the females he'd been forced to tag along with that day. Even without knowing what it was he was doing in a location like this, he had that target-sensory ability. No discussion was needed, no stopping to coo over this or that find, or exclaim how some item reminded him of a cousin some such other mutual acquaintance. He simply knew where he was going, target in sight, pick it up, take it out, and go with it. Pure perfection, the true mark of a good man, knowing precisely what it was he wanted and going to get exactly that!
What exactly was it that he had just acquired anyway? A "berrel" of monkeys? Leran abandoned his skateboard to take a taxi. He tossed the item up and down a few times, whirled it in his fingers, opened, closed, opened, closed, opened the top. He finally took out some of the toy monkeys, hooked arms and all. So, why had he wanted this thing? Maybe because it was an amusing novelty, either an old barrel perhaps worth something or handmade and therefore interesting. Maybe because it just had narrated his day for him, being stuck with the monkeys of his family. Whatever, he didn't know and didn't understand. He was simply aware that he *liked* it and was proud of the find.
A barrel of monkeys was far better than any sale's rack!
