From the author: I wrote this for my Friday Flash Fiction project a few years ago, and it's one of my favorites. It will go out free to my mailing list.
Hollis the Half-Ogre had to crouch inside the cart because of his tremendous size. He didn’t normally venture inside the cart, but his boss Fackelstrand was deathly ill and there was no way they could pass up the opportunity to serve Dragon Steaks to the outdoor attendants at the Prince’s Wedding Celebration. So Hollis, the butcher, was forced to interact with customers.
It was not an ideal situation, as far as either of them were concerned. But Fackelstrand had given Hollis three rules....