"I'm truly sorry, esteemed little customer, but our shop really doesn't have the kind of delicious Fantastic Beasts you want. They aren't tasty at all, and they can't be eaten..."
"We definitely don't have any dragons, either!"
"Perhaps you could take a look at the owls sold at Eeylops Owl Emporium?"
The owner of Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley—the shop whose sign bore the name "Magical Menagerie"—carefully ushered the little girl out onto the street in a slightly trembling voice. The girl had been rummaging through her pet shop while muttering, "This one isn't tasty" and "That one's too ugly, so it definitely isn't tasty either." Only after getting her outside did the thick black-framed-glasses-wearing shopkeeper point toward her distant competitor, Eeylops Owl Emporium, and deliberately redirect the trouble there.
If the little girl had wanted to buy a pet, she would naturally have welcomed her. After all, she wasn't going to turn away Galleons, was she?
However, once she learned that the girl actually wanted to buy Fantastic Beasts to eat, not only was she frightened, but all the pets in her shop—owls, toads, mice, cats, snakes, and the rest—were terrified too. They began causing a huge commotion. Thus, she had no choice but to "kindly" escort the terrifying little girl, who had visited once two years ago and bought her Phoenix Egg, and who had now returned still stubbornly trying to buy a dragon, out through the shop's front door.
The owner had stopped dealing in dragons two years ago. She would never again engage in such disgraceful business. No matter what the girl said or how much money she offered, she truly couldn't produce a single "dragon"!
"But..."
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"Those Scottish round-faced fat chickens are too skinny. Don't be fooled by how big they look—once plucked, they're