This little one was left, not my original choice but he'll do and I ran in, pushed the other ladies aside nicely and went straight to the front of the queue. "That one in the window with the pink ears, please."

"Good choice" the shopkeeper lady said." and he is the last one. "

The girls that I had pushed out my way , so as I could be front in line scowled at me. " I wanted that one," I heard one of them say, " in an angry whisper, " Who does she think she is..."

But I didn't care a whit. This town is all about survival of the fittest.