Eventually, the store owner gets tired of seeing everyone gathering by to make fun of me, and so he opens my cage and puts me in with the others, hoping that actual paying customers will be able to come in and browse with out having to deal with the random window gawkers.....<br/><br/>I look around the bigger cage, and I crawl over to one of the corners, my ears down in shyness, and my big bushy fox-tail curled around myself to both hide me and keep me warm....