A sequal to Dryadia; this story starts exactly where Dryadia finishes.

So, instead, while the lanky man paid for his petrol, Dryadia turned left and started toward the back of the store where there were a number of glass-fronted fridges housing milk and cola drinks.   Just inside the door of the store was a much smaller glass topped, horizontal fridge holding ice creams and lollipops of all kinds.   As Dryadia started past the horizontal fridge, a mother and three children stopped and pulled open the glass top to serve themselves.

“I want an Echo,” protested a small redheaded girl as her mother reached for three Barny bananas.

“What’s that?” demanded the flustered woman.

“A variety of Magnum,” explained a teenage boy pointing to a price board that listed Echo Magnum at $2.70.

“What?” cried the woman in shock at the price.   “You can have a Barny Banana like everyone else.”

“Don’t like Barny Banana,” said the girl sulkily.   “I want a chocolate coated one.”

Sighing deeply, the woman checked out the other prices and said, “You can have a Heart or an Eskimo Pie then?”

After pouting for a moment, the girl finally settled for an Eskimo Pie.

Dryadia watched in interest as the girl took the green and silver foil package from her mother and tore it open.

“Not here,” said the mother with a frustrated sigh.   “Wait till I pay for it.”

Ignoring her mother, the girl started to eat the chocolate coated treat in the store, while Dryadia watched on, wondering if it was a candy bar of some sort like the Mars bars she relished so much?

While she was deciding two men walked up.    One man slid the glass top open and reached in to grab two ice creams.   He started to slide it shut then, seeing Dryadia standing by watching, asked, “Do you want one?”

On the spur of the moment the dryad reached in and grabbed one of the green and silver Eskimo Pies.   Then as the two men turned toward the service booth to pay for their purchases, Dryadia strode in the other direction, toward the milk and cola fridges at the rear of the shop.

A section of shelves down the centre of the store divided the shop into two aisles.   Hoping for a chance to fade out of sight again, Dryadia started down the second, back toward the front of the store.

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