Every day, the little old lady sat at the window of the store, a rug over her lower half, constantly stirring a pot of crunchmix, adding stuff as needed. For a coin, she'd put a scoop in a leafbowl and hand it over, bigger scoops and bowls for silver and gold coins.
The local children all had theories as to what was under the rug. Tentacles was the most popular theory, but clockwork had its advocates.
Eventually, a brave lad snuck in and looked, revealing nothing.
As in no legs at all.
That was viewed as a disappointment by everyone.
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