Antsy began to cry again, not quietly at all this time; no, she sobbed, huge braying sobs that shook her whole body and knocked more things off the shelf. The bird looked alarmed. “Please, please, miss, stop your crying! I don’t trade in the tears of children, the people who want to buy those type of things are never the sort of patrons I’m looking to attract, they bring the whole tenor of the place down, so you’re simply wasting them! Please, I’ll help you if I can and if you’ll let me, but I need you to stop crying!”
