[ WP ] `` I 'm sorry , but the thing you were looking for is sold out . ''

I stared across the counter, my face a perfect mix of surprise, disbelief, and fear. My heart was already racing before we came into this little town, hoping to find relief, but now it was beating so rapidly you could almost make out a constant'ping' sound. It felt like it was about to leap right out of my chest, and I winced at the shopkeepers words as he repeated them again. 
 
 `` I'm sorry, but the thing you were looking for is sold out. How about some nice bombs?'' 
 
 `` I DO N'T NEED BOMBS!'' That's what I wanted to say. I had plenty! My sack was near to overflowing with the damn things. It was amazing I could dig out my moneypurse without accidentally setting one of them off... again. Of course I had plenty; it seemed like it was the most common thing people liked to hide from one another. Although I always wondered why anyone would make a trap like a bomb-pit, and then forget to light the bombs. 
 
 For that matter, it was amazing how people seemed to leave the most important things in the most unassuming of places. When I'd tripped over the rock by my father's house, cutting a pair of shrubs down by pure accident to discover his hidden stash, it made me wonder what other things people liked to keep hidden beneath the growth, and so I'd spent most of my afternoon cutting down any greenery I could find. Bushes, trees, flowers - it did n't matter, if it was green, it was gone. The village looked more like a dead forest than the lush garden it'd resembled earlier that morning. Of course, that'd been before I'd stumbled into this shop by accident - another find caused by a wild swing while looting other people's property. No, that's not entirely true - one of those aforementioned bombs I had plenty of had seen to that. That stone wall had no prayer, and now here I stood, staring at the greedy mustached man holding me back from getting what I needed. 
 
 `` I do n't need bombs.'' I tried again, flailing my arms wildly, but instead all that came out was a grunt. It was infuriating! Every time I tried to talk, my tongue would get caught on the roof of my mouth. I could shout, I could cry, I could grunt, but I could n't talk, and it was driving me up a wall. 
 
 `` I'm sorry, but we're out of health potions, and besides, you do n't have enough rupees anyway.'' 
 
 Blast! I knew I shouldn't've bought that other bottle! I glanced at the one full one I had as a pair of eyes looked up at me from inside, looking so pathetic I nearly popped it open on the spot. The pinging in my chest reminded me that there were better purposes for that, so I stuffed it back in the hidden pocket where I kept pretty much everything these days. I sighed, slung my sword and shield across back and half-heartedly waved at the shopkeep. Maybe the next town would have some potions. As I walked out the door, I popped open the bottle and down the little creature inside. She tried to scream but I gulped before she could get the sound out. The pinging in my chest disappeared, and I instantly felt better. I decided to pull out the butterfly net and go catch more; it was cheaper than the potion, but not nearly as efficient. 
 
 The shopkeeper gave a wave that I never saw, but I heard their call over my shoulder. 
 
 `` See you again, Link!'' 

