kitchen and groceries.

Entering the kitchen a plastic pastel green clock striking six in the morning matched the checkerboard linoleum floor. The counter tops, toaster, and refrigerator. Opening the fridge, it was completely empty. Time to go grocery shopping. Jojo opened his dainty purse and checked on his bills. The Virgen Mary was the dollar bill. Saint Olga of Kiev was on the five-dollar bill. Saint Hildegard of Bingen was on the 10-dollar bill. Closing his purse, he minced on to the grocery store next door. Next to the front door was a small foldable pastel green grocery trolley. Jojo began to pull it along with him as he closed the door.

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As he minced forward, A couple walked back. The woman was 10 feet tall. 50-year-old lady with slowly graying red hair in a crew cut. She wore jeans and t-shirt. Her large sneakers made slapping sounds as she strolled along with her husband in tow. Her husband was brown balding hair with a page haircut and stood about 7 feet tall in his late forties with a large paunch belly. In a full matching hobble skirted purple maid outfit, with heels, earrings, gloves a maid cap of pearl white. His mouth was closed up with a matching leather panel gag of white. He carried about twenty plastic bags on each wrist. Jojo could hear him wince and grunt as he hobbled behind her.

" Hello, you're new cupcake! My name is Mrs. Birchim and this is my hubby piddles. Don't just stand there say hello piddles," cued Mrs. Birchim. The husband squatted in an attempt to curtsy muffling.

"Pleased to meet you Mrs. Birchim and Mr. Piddles my name is master jojo bonbon," stated jojo as he curtsied looking straight into her eyes. His little eyes beaming with youthful enthusiasm. Then turned to curtsy to Mr. Piddles Birchim.

"Such good manners for a tiny little boy! Did your Mommy send you to the grocery store," she asked noticing the grocery trolly.

"No, Mrs. Birchim. I'm sorry I'm not wearing my collar, but I can't until I meet Abbess Hildegard this afternoon! She is going to be my Chaperone. I'm going to work as the librarian! I just finished my degrees at the boy's learning academy! I have two bachelorettes in library studies and history," he squealed with joy!

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss jojo. You mean you are going to clean that giant library all by yourself," asked Mrs. Birchim with concern?

"Oh, Yes Ma'am! They had a ladder made for me with wheels and everything! I'm even going to be allowed to put away and maybe read one or two," he jumped up and down excitedly!

"Such a good boy! Now you should sign yourself up to the gym soon. I hear they have wonderful ballet classes, rhythmic gymnastics, and a new swimming pool," cued Mrs. Birchim with enthusiasm.

"Oh, thank you! I was hoping to find one. I used to do all three at the academy. I wanted to keep in shape for my future wife," informed the exuberate jojo.

"Well, I will see you there when I drop off piddles! You have a lovely day jojo! God bless," she said bowing politely. A dainty curtsy from jojo, and Mrs. Birchim pulled the leash with cruel ****. Jojo watched as the expression in her voice changed as she talked to piddles. "You hear that PIDDLES! That tiny little baby graduated with two degrees, is cleaning that giant library all by itself. All the while he has been exercising and learning manly skills! But not MY HUSBAND! NO! You barely clean the house properly! You whine when I ask you to clean for MOTHER! You positively refuse to help old Mrs. Ballard! You whine that you are too tired! I'll give you tired! From now on, that house will be spotless! You will clean MOTHERS house perfectly every other day, and on Saturdays you WILL help out Mrs. Ballard. Another thing, you are fat and ugly! I'm signing you up for the strictest training. You better lose that weight by Christmas or by roast you as the HAM! The first thing I'm going to do when I get home is cane YOU PROPER! I'm not LIFTING a FINGER! DO YOU UNDERSTAND," she howled at piddles. Jojo watched his fat butt tried to keep up wailing in tears! Jojo watched his dainty mind noting Mrs. Birchim's words. He didn't want to become a spoiled fat lazy husband. Thus the little bonbon continued to the grocery store.

At the grocery he entered the small boy entrance. The doors opened automatically, as a large teenage cashier lady of about 12 feet cued seeing jojo enter. First, he gathered some basics, eggs, bread, flour, milk, juice, chicken (boy sized) cut to make a weeks' worth of meals. potatoes, spinach, a box of tea, tea cookies, sugar, and baking soda. He paid the teenager at the register. who pulled on his cheeks before letting him go with a swat to the bottom. It didn't hurt, but it did move him forward towards the boy door.