(Blog 10) A Change in Plans
…Spyder, a determined dragon with a knack for problem-solving, discovered an abandoned sticker factory and decided to transform it into Wing Tales Sticker Studio. Recognizing the need for a team, he recruited Lima, a creative, young dragon, and Calisto, a bold and talented free spirit with a love for crafting. While the team worked to clean the factory, a compliance officer name Perrie, visited the studio and revealed they were missing a crucial fire permit required for dragons operating businesses in town. The news threw a wrench in Spyder's plans, adding urgency to their preparations as the team continued to prepare for Opening Day…
(Continued from our last post…)
Early the next morning, Spyder was the first dragon in line outside Scalesville Town Hall waiting for the doors to open. His gluten-free rabbit wrap was tasting a bit bland and he accounted it to the lack of appetite he was feeling by his anxiety. He had spent years solving mysteries and crimes with unwavering performance, but put him in line on a Tuesday to have his dreams determined by a piece of paper and he was a ball of nerves. He spent an hour and a half there to learn that he had to schedule an appointment for a compliance officer to visit Wing Tails Sticker Studio, give a presentation, and perform an inspection. As if this wasn’t enough hoops to fly through, the worst part was that the earliest appointment was three weeks away, and Opening Day was set for two.
It was decided. Opening Day would have to be delayed. Spyder scheduled the inspection and trudged back to Wing Tales Sticker Studio. He found Calisto finishing a new table they planned to use in the Talons Lounge where they would have team meetings and also rent out to dragons and other reptiles for co-working space or hosting classes. She was humming a tune and Lima carefully stacking rolls of custom stickers by color and finished up the display wall behind the pay counter. The shared a positive energy.
“We’ve hit a snag,” Spyder announced with a sigh. “The fire permit’s going to take three weeks, and there’s nothing we can do to speed it up.”
“Three weeks?” Calisto said, barely glancing up.
Spyder groaned. “That’s not the only problem. We’ve been so focused on production that I haven’t hired anyone for marketing. We’ve got a factory, stickers, and branding, but if nobody knows we exist, what’s the point?”
As his thoughts were leaving his mouth, gratitude replaced frustration because he realize that a little extra time might not be such a curse after all.
