Her eyes were wide at the sight of them! The walls were lined with varnished wood grain shelves, full with large, crystal cylinders with rubber stoppers. Her lips moved subtly as she murmured, fascinated and overwhelmed by the contents of the cylinders, labelled with ancient tags.
"Hmm, this could be useful!" She spoke cheekily "I think I'll make a concoction of Patience, Enhance Listening Ability and Empathy, invite Sal over for dinner and pour it into her every dish!"
She chuckled in her growing mischief; spoiling her imagination with time to ponder the outcomes she might achieve by spiking the drinks of everybody she considered "challenging".

She walked the aisles, astonished by jade dusts, indigo grains, lilac liquids and the endless colour contained in beautifully crafted crystal capsules. She smirked over the reminders "DO NOT TOUCH". But when she was sure nobody could see her, she'd extend her hand and allow her fingers to explore the perfect cylinders, and every one she touched she thought was unique in it's craftsmanship. When in fact, the crystal cylinders were identical and no different. Therefore, her differing of the identical could only be attributed to her striving imagination. Any other 'ordinary person' would have observed each cylinder as identical and any other 'sensible person' would have observed the demand not to touch. But in her childishness (not to be despised) she found it hard to separate the realities she existed in. For she thought "surely these contents could not have been captured and contained if not within a suitable jar, suited exactly...and, and since all these very, very different contents are very, very different indeed, the jars must vary accordingly!" Ordinary sensibility was not far from her reason either. Though this is beside the point. Skip. Skip. Skip.

Ahh, this is the part.

Now that she had glazed over just about every jar, she went to sought the help of an assistant. Once found, she commented "There are many and so many of these, but I can't find the one I'm looking for. People tell me it's really hard to get." "Sure, I can help you find it. Could you describe it?"

"It's... fierce, uncontrollable, overwhelming, powerful, passionate and insisting." "Oh my, your a little, little for the one I have in mind." "No, I shouldn't be, you mustn't have the right one in mind." "Ok then, go on." "Um, it's... really strong. It's, I dunno, very smart, stra...strategy, strategic! Mm hmmmm. It tries to understand but doesn't care if it doesn't. It's really, really big. It's good at protecting and stuff. Boy, is it big!" "It is starting to sound very big indee.." "IT IS! LIKE WOW!" "This may be a problem. Do you think it's containable?" "Nahh!! It's uncontainable, 'cos I said before it's uncontrollable." "That would explain it then, we won't have it." "But you have EVERYTHING else!" "Yes, but if it's uncontainable, how could we keep it here in jars?" "Get a really BIG jar!" "Well, could it be contained even if the jar was really big?" "Ye...mm...I don't know, how big could they make jars? If it's infinity, uh, infinitely big, yes." "Are you a mystery shopper?" "Nope, what's that?" "Don't worry, but we don't, can't stock the uncontainable or uncontrollable here. You might have to try to get it yourself." "Get it myself?!...Where?" "Hmm, do you know anybody else who has it?" "I know a few people who have some, but they have only little! It takes soooo oooo oooo oooooo looooooonggg to grow! I thought, maybe I could find some here! But..." "But we don't have it. Maybe you could ask for a little bit from everybody you know who has it, then begin you grow your own." She sighed "Well, I suppose so. Thanks for your help!" "No worries, come again and visit sometime!" "I love this place! Of course I will!"

And with that, she left. However, she returned regularly to show her newly acquired shop assistant friend how her "Laufe" grew. And they shared trial and error techniques of how to make it grow more, faster and better. And they lived their lives as joyfully ever after as they knew how.
And...The end.