The Missing Stars ⭐

This morning, I noticed something strange.

There were tiny stars on the floor.

One by the door.

Two beside the shelves.

And another one underneath the counter.

I followed them very carefully.

Step.
Step.
Step.

The trail led all the way to the back of the shop.

And there they were.

The Magic Pandas.

Sitting very quietly.

Too quietly.

I looked at them.

They looked at me.

Then I noticed something glowing behind one of them.

A whole pile of tiny blue stars.

I asked,

“Do you know anything about these?”

Silence.

Then one little star floated into the air.

Sparkle.

Another followed.

Sparkle. Sparkle.

Within seconds, the whole shop was filled with tiny glowing stars.

The Magic Pandas looked very pleased with themselves.

I was not.

I spent the next hour investigating.

My official conclusion:

Magic should not be practised during opening hours.

They promised not to do it again.

I don't believe them.