Muffin's, Murder & Thieves #MiniTalesOfTerror

The evening of the the boy’s eighth birthday was met with both embarrassment and joy. It meant that he was finally ready to go out by himself for the first time, without Mildred.
‘There be monsters among men.’ Mildred warned the boy, ‘just be my brave son and rush back. My three shillings…’, she hands over the money. ‘Just buy everything that your eyes desire, my little scrumptious birthday boy!’

This feeble, dark haired boy was totally enamored. Mildred wasn't usually this rewarding but the boy sailed the momentary bliss. The embarrassment was as strong. The bullies from school stole his triple chocolate muffin & said they would return for the rest of his birthday bounties.

‘By the embankment the sweet shoppe is the…’ Mildred's tongue stuck out but the boy beat her to it.

‘The one with the burgundy door!’ the boy exclaims, realizing he could buy at least seven triple chocolate muffins. Bullies R.I.P. 
‘My boy, if I remember rightly…I’ve heard rumors that beggars steal from the bloke that runs the shoppe. He, I, er...’ Mildred had an eerie sneer but a rather romantic longing in her nature. The boy thought for a brief moment: is my mom going to let me go or is she riffing on this man for some other reason?

Running as fast as his legs to carry him, the boy scurried the evening streets like a murderous rat. The sweet shoppe stood just right where he’d remembered. In through the burgundy door, there was no man. Not a soul greeted him. Instead the dazzling display of the sweet treats blew the boy away. The boxes & boxes & even more boxes of sweet bundles. ‘I bet they are filled will the best swirls, bon-bons and chocolates.’ the boy thought to himself, running drool from his mouth. The sign read 'thirteen shillings for a box'. 

In a humph, the boy reluctantly moved on, carrying his mere toward the back then. But…he remembers…The muffin stolen by the bullies. In the maddest moment, the sense of revenge urged him to strike. He steals the box and runs. By the bins of the embankment, the boy removes the evidence. He eats every single treat, hoping this moment would never end. He really would be too scared to return to his mom. Suddenly the boy senses something. He thumbs the bin, trying to grasp it for it. The rest of his body becomes red hot. 'Blimey!' The boy reels, feeling his backside become bush-like! By the minute, everything races before him in streaks of zany lines. The bins seem to expand, the surroundings too. The boy transformed into a skunk!!! 

Still loitering by the bins, he's pinned to the spot. The blurt of something extremely loud. As he tunes in, he sees a rather beefy looking man sticking out the rubbish. The boy-ish-skunk is immovable, stopped by his horrible, sweaty fear. Then an elegant figure meets with the man. She mentions briefly, ‘I’m looking for my son!’
'Mom!' The boy squeaks, 

But is seemingly unheard under the manly tones of ‘Mildred, its me.’ But before he moves over to Mildred, the man turns. He stares by the bins and his towering top-hat makes him seem like a mechanical beast. The man replies to Mildred’s scarce mutterings.‘Remember me? I’m running errands for my establishment. I’m sorry about the missing...boy you say? But back at my establishment, I might be able to ring someone. In the meantime, my muffins are for sale.’ He grins, removing what seems like a peacock feather from his mustache. 

The End.