Samantha entered the fabric tent at the "farmers market," although "shop" might be a more apt term after three years of continous business. She was looking for high quality marshmallows, and knew that Peter somehow always made the best marshmallows for someone seeking a suitable end result, even if they were not as tasty as mainstream brands.
Samantha was a little nervous, as buying off-brand marshmallows was always just a little dangerous. However, the rumors she had heard about a specific booth had intrigued her. Dust bit into her ankles as she walked towards a table with a middle-aged man standing behind it. On the warped wood sat a pan of marshmallows. "One square, please." she said while placing down a bill.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the roof of the market tent being torn. Looking upwards, a clawed foot of some type of bird could be seen. Startled, Samantha took a step back, before feeling pressure on her feet. She looked down and screamed as she saw the raccoon. She jumped upwards quite frantically, bumping into many things and creating a slight mess.
Seconds later, the raccoon jumped into the pan of marshmallows. Samantha felt a drop of water hit her foot, before realizing she had cried from the rollercoaster of excitement to confusion to fear to dismay as her hours of driving had been wasted. The marshmallows were no longer in any condition to be sold.
Pocketing the money she had previously placed on the counter, Samantha stormed out of the market.