The Elevator Seventy-Sixth Floor (Patreon)
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Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused trouble to others for his own amusement. Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to. He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in.
"Sweetie, since you were so good while Mommy was shopping, you can have a Happy Meal when we go to McDonald's," Marisa announced.
"Yay!"
"We'll go just as soon as I hang up all your new stuff. Aren't these dresses pretty? Don't you just adore them?"
"Yeth, Mommy."
"I'll bet you would love to wear this dress to McDonald's."
"Which one?"
"The one with the unicorn, silly. I know how you love unicorns."
"Yeth, Mommy."
"I would love to see you in it too, but these are for work. Maybe you can wear some of the new shorts and cute tops I have?" Marisa mused.
"OK."
"Well, we'll try and on and see what you look like in them. We didn't have time to try on everything at the store."
"But I want McDonald's now!" Taylor stomped his foot. The first time he showed frustration all day.
"OK, OK, McDonald's first."
It had been a long day, Marisa was happy to treat Taylor. He could try on his new wardrobe later.
Before Cardonali got involved, Taylor used to always fuss when Marisa took him shopping for work clothes. Now, he was good: he stayed by Mommy's side, never wandered off and didn't whine once. He needed all new stuff for work and elsewhere, his old apparel was just so boring. Marisa was going to throw it all away.