(Failing to do a tab) there is an item of choice in the story. The problem. Most might not understand the abbreviation in the second paragraph. It means- Wait. Why am I writing this. The whole thing is typed out before the Abbrev. Just read it already. Have fun, and let the mayhem begin.
Jana's POV

The supplies got to my place two days after I ordered them. The (Fedex/UPS/ local mailman) had to get the dolly to get all the stuff inside the door. The railings that I got, eh well . . We had to open the box in the yard and bring it in piece by piece. The youngest of the dog pack kept stealing the very much needed screwdriver. The Alpha paid no attention to us, the male remained plastered to my side as he growled at the guy.

Everything else came in fine and laid in a pile on the living room floor. The (Fedex/UPS/poor local Mailman) guy was really nice and helped me set up the railings. Once we were done, I gave the man a hefty tip. I was convinced that it was more than what he got paid every month.
After three hours of setting up the rails, I called it quits. The guy left after I insisted that I was good. When he got to his truck, I noticed a scorpion tattoo on his wrist as he waved at me. But then again, he had a pretty good birth mark that covered the right half of his face. Probably just a phony trophy to promote a phony story about the mark.
He drove off, but not without a sniff-over from the dogs.

I walked back into the house, and noted the handiwork. Two floors done, the lower on forgotten.
And the basement will keep getting looked over as long as I have the Bitties.
My house.
My floor.
My rules.
No exceptions.

Everything's nearly in place now.
As I set up the white two story house, I stupidly realized that I forgot to get a bed and sheets for the little guy.
Shiz!
Shiz!
Shiz!
I banged my head against the desk where the house was.
"Useless. Empty. Brain."

Grumbling, I got what was left to set up and opened the ol' faithful laptop to find the quickest delivery service. Finding the bed was easy enough to find, and could come in three days. Without a moments hesitation I pressed the 'Buy' button.
"Item en route."
The screen said a few milliseconds after my finger touched the pad.

That's taken care of.
Hmm. Maybe while the package is getting here, I could try taking lessons on how to care for a Bitty.
Wouldn't be a bad idea.
And it wouldn't hurt.

I opened a new tab and looked for "Bitty handling lessons". Luckily there was a store that did training, and only 30 minutes away by car. 50 if I actually kept to the posted speed.

This week just keeps getting better and better!

In a rush I grabbed a granola bar since I forgot to get breakfast, or lunch in that matter. Getting a sour look from Cola after quickly dumping in 5 or 8 crickets, somewhere in there, I hopped into my little beat-up teal minivan.

Driving down the cobblestone lane, I passed the gate. "I really need to get this fence and gate replaced so it actually looks like someone lives behind the hill. Plus I need to get tear down the vines." I muttered to myself.
I took the turns that I knew by heart to get out of the woods into the town, and got there in no trouble at all. . . .

Scratch that.

I was in such a rush that I forgot to look at the state/country. "Uggg. I 'rested' my head on the steering wheel.
*Bonk*
I
*Bonk*
am
*Bonk*
an
*Bonk*
IDIOT!!
*Bonk*
Breath. And don't freak out.

Wanting to cool my nerves I went to the nearest cafe to get a hot chocolate. I pulled up in the itty, bitty, parking lot and walked through the doors. Only the cafe was no longer a cafe. It was the Bitty store.

Guess that since I'm so isolated out there that I didn't even know Cli-Kay's Coffee shut down.
He, guess that's what I get for bein' a hillbilly.
The skies were getting dark and threatening to rain. The temperature dropped steadily as well.

I walked to the doors and read the sign.

"Lady Sil's Bitty Adoption Center."

Inside there was several pens with many little bitties inside. The walls of the pen were, around three feet high/ 1.4 meters. The floor was a soft brown carpet, and the walls could barely be seen by all the drawings and 3 successful adoption pictures. I looked over and spied some on fire, some with wings, but none of the little pile of bones I wanted so badly.
"Hello, can I help you today?"
A voice said from behind the counter. I looked over at who asked and saw who I guess was Lady Sil. Sil was a light brown furry monster with ears that went to her shoulders and a medium dog-like tail. There were subtle horns by the ears, but they didn't seem to serve much purpose.
"Um, ya. I came here thinking I could get Bitty handling lessons and the like."

"Ok, I'll be right out. Just give me a moment. Kristin, I swear, if you -"
From behind the counter came a crash as a dish was sent to the floor.
"Why You Little- Come Here This INSTANT!" Unsure what to do, I stood and waited. Before long, a small, orange cat-like Bitty came running from behind the counter out into the area where I was. Quickly, I snatched up the little bugger and pulled him close so he wouldn't get away.
I was rewarded for my act with a decent bite and several deep scratches on my arms.
Lady Sil: Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I hope he hasn't hurt you to badly.
Jana: No ma'am. I'm fine. I have cats at home so I'm used to scratches.
LS: Ok, if your sure.
J: Yes, I'm sure I'll be fine.
LS: Thank You!
With that last sentence, the furry monster hugged me. The bitty in my arms moved up to the lady's left shoulder.
LS: I-I'm sorry. I-I s-shouldn't've.
J: Why are you sorry? And. Are you crying miss?
LS: I-I d-didn't k-know I was.
J: That's fine miss, but do you mind telling me why you look so worried?
Lady Sil took a deep breath and collected herself.

LS: It's just that, Kristin here, has been returned several times. Today is different though, since his owner asked me to watch him while he was away for work this weekend. If he found out that his Bitty hurt someone else, Kristin here would most likely be put down or sent through rehab, and I would most likely lose the position I have in the NBSAA
J: Like a dog? I have some German Shepherds at home, and the male bit someone. The person was ok with it since they came onto the property, and we still have him.
LS: Really?
J: Tell you what. Let's keep this between you and me, alright?
LS: Yes, let's keep it that way.
By that time, several Bitties had come closer and was listening in. Lady Sil spies them and they, in turn, try to look like they're doing something else. A white winged one and a firey one actually started a sissy fight.
J:Alright, let's get started on those lessons of yours.

Timeskip brought by laziness to actually type it out

After the lessons, I was about to leave the store. Lady Sil stopped me quick and handed me a slip of paper.
"If you ever need any help I'll be here. And have a safe drive back home and watch out for the Avioddis Monster."
"Thanks, and how long have you been in town?"
"Oh, around a month. When I finally got settled in a police officer warned me about it. He told me that it is extremely dangerous and needed to be stopped."
"*pff* All that thing is is a myth, spread by locals to explain away a crime. The real danger is the person that named it and the town. Don't know what he was trying to do besides make a pun."
"Well, thank you for making me feel that my shop is safe from a physical monster. But I still have the mental ones to worry about."
"Don't know if that's a good thing, but your welcome. I'll be sure to see you again, and good luck with your Center!"
Making it out the doors and into my car, I started down the road.
Monster, that's a new one officer Benidict.
He, 'Monster' is in the eye of the beholder.

I decided to go to a run down convenience store just outside of town. Heading to the old and faithful JimmyJack, I got a shake. I stood outside as the skies finally dumped. I was under an eve of the roof, and decided to listen to the rain.

15 minutes passed when a fellow came by and shoved a beat-up cardboard box into my arms. I had finished my shake and the cup fell to the ground. Before I could shout out a 'Hey', the guy had already ran across the street to a blue Ram pickup. He promptly hopped in and drove off. I couldn't see the liscence since there wasn't one.
Curious, I opened a flap on the box and looked in

Nine little pairs of eye sockets looked back.

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