I couldn't believe it when I heard that Fred was closing his butcher shop. He and the other butchers have been a staple in our morning routine, waving as we walk by on the way to school, and often on the way home. Before we moved here, I would not have quite "got" the importance of a shop like Fred's. But it makes sense to me now. The butcher shop helps make the village a real community. He knows everyone; everyone knows him. The children at the school cheer when they hear that Fred's sausages will be featured at a school event. With a smile and a chat, he would give you whatever cut of meat you'd like. I once asked for chicken drumsticks and his colleague just cut the legs off a couple whole chickens and put them back in the window. They gave advice on meat preparation. His meat is locally sourced, and you'd literally see it arrive in a van in front of the shop.
Going to Fred's was like going to someone's house. It wasn't a store. It wasn't anonymous. You were a guest. It was comfortable, inviting, a nice place for a chat.
Michael: "He is very nice. I like waving to him in the morning and I like how nice he is."
Anna: "I like his sausages. I like waving to him in the morning."
Jennifer: "I loved that our Christmas turkey was hanging in the window."
Anna: "We got the best Christmas turkey. It was enormous."
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