“Lovely” said the rabbit, as he eyed the bean grinder, “it is a Pugete is it not?”

“Yes! Of course it is! It wouldn’t be labeled as such if it wasn’t!” the mouse tapped his cane on the last word of each sentence, his whiskers twitching in agitation. “It is an original, handmade, and one of the first of it’s kind. Now do you want it or don’t you? I haven’t got much of the day left, since I spent the first half watching you!”

“Yes I want it, now calm down, you’ll have your sale.” The rabbit pulled a coin pouch from his purple vest. “Now how much?”

“You know how much you blasted hare! You’ve asked twenty times at least!” the mouse’s hand trembled, causing the cane to tippa tap on the floor.

“Yes I did, didn’t I.” The rabbit eyed the bean grinder again, this time with a slightly disappointed look in his eye.

“Then you’ll also remember I won’t take one coin less for it!”

“Fine.” The rabbit looked the least bit agitated, but counted out the coins anyway. The bean grinder was worth far more than mere coin.