The market of wonderful nonsense

Market day here is, I will be honest, a lot: singing fruit, a stall that sells yesterday, mushrooms that gossip, honey that must be talked into the jar.

Mutjo shops carefully, the way he does everything. The Matji shop enthusiastically, the way they do everything, and are retrieved twice — once from a spice pyramid, once from the middle of a juggling act they had joined as props and then improved.

The gossiping mushrooms know everyone's business, including, somehow, the shop's inventory problem. Mutjo declines to confirm or deny.

They come home with cinnamon, three kinds of unfamiliar sugar, and a rumour about a forest that is partial to tea-growers. Worth knowing. Worth investigating. Later.