Despite the yolk leaking steadily from the carton of eggs, there was nothing but a smile on the young child's face. She could always replace eggs, but what if that was the hat lady's favourite hat? What if someone special had given that hat to her? What if it had a lot of sentimental value? That would be a lot harder to replace, and she didn't regret her decision in the slightest.
Tash quickly began to root through the fallen groceries. Most everything seemed okay... but she was searching for something in particular it seemed. After a few moments of searching, a relieved look overshadowed any other emotion that had been present on her face. With an almost triumphant shift in body posture, Tash raised the orange proudly with one hand, overtop her head. It was safe! The orange for Sister Clarence was safe! The orange was, admittedly, pretty huge. If one were to jokingly compare, they might say it was bigger than Tash's whole head. That was why she had chosen it; Sister Clarence deserved the best!
The young girl quickly put the orange in the non-yolk-filled bag before cleaning the other items of the yolk. Once that was finished she transfered the items to other bags that she had been carrying, to even out the weight. One last thing... with a soft smile, Tash took the leaking carton of eggs from Rafe. She had JUST the spot to put it... once again, the tiny and pale hand grasped Rafe's larger one in a gentle grip as she lead the taller-than-life woman across the street. There was a small alleyway that lead to a small park. "Park" was putting it nicely, but it had a tree, and a few shrubs. There was also a bench.
Tash released Rafe's hand in front of the bench before leaning down and opening the carton of eggs. Some of them were already broken, but some of them were whole. The young child sat down in front of the carton and closed her eyes with a smile, as if waiting, like she knew something that Rafe didn't.
There was a rustling from some of the nearby bushes. Ever so slowly, a dog's muzzle appeared. It took a few moments, but eventually his head became visible. All Tash had to do was smile and tilt her head ever so slightly, and the dog came out of hiding. It made it's way slowly towards the two girls and the eggs... and he wasn't the only one. More rustling could be heard, and more dogs of varying sizes appeared, even a few cats. Tash greeted them all with a smile like she knew them, and urged them closer. Carefully, one by one, she began to feed the raw eggs to the dogs, shell in-tact. The few cats that had showed up began to happily lap up the broken eggs inside the carton.
And Tash merely sat in the middle of it, grinning and sharing what would have been her misfortune with others that could appreciate it. It was a strange sight, a small child in the centre of a throng of animals, silent as the grave.