Naughty micro feast

Today was quite an exhausting day, but it was completely worth it, since you never thought that a small bakery like yours could almost triple your sales, even to the point of having people waiting to enter your shop, something you never thought could happen. Just thinking about it makes you feel very happy, it even motivates you to clean while closing up for today

After getting everything organized and clean, it would be an understatement to say you're more than ready to collapse into bed. A smile spreads across your face as you change the store sign to "closed." But as you were about to lie down, you noticed something a little strange. You could swear you saw tiny shadows in the corner of your eyes, along with some rather frightened whispers. But at this point, it didn't occur to you nothing more that it was simply tiredness playing tricks on you.

Although... there is something that could explain the strange little shadows and terrified whispers, but there's no way it's what you remember. You almost laughed at the thought. After all, even though people tell you that micros (very small furries) are abundant in this neighborhood, you've never had any problems with them, so you simply decided to go to sleep and rest.

...but you could barely enjoy sleeping, since sometimes the whispers became very noticeable; you even swore you heard things falling. It not only woke you up several times, but also made you go out to investigate, finding nothing in the process. This frustrated you quite a bit, as it happened so often that at some point it robbed you of sleep, leaving you lying down staring at the ceiling until the first rays of sunlight began to appear...

It was quite frustrating, but at this point, seeing that the day was already starting, you could get up and start cooking right away. After all, you have a lot of things to restock, so you might as well get started. So you quickly took a shower, got dressed, and went down to your kitchen, more than ready to start another day of work.

But as you put on your apron, your somewhat sleepless eyes noticed some kind of creature on your table. It took you a moment to analyze it, but then you got a big fright thinking that it might be a rat. Driven by the terror of something like that being in your bakery, you grabbed your broom and prepared to scare it away with it.

NO!... P-please don't crush me!.

The creature spoke, leaving you completely cold, because as you stared at it in surprise, you noticed that it had a person's appearance, something that left you even more bewildered, since this resembled what everyone had been warning you about, although to your weary eyes it was still difficult to believe...

So in a bold move, taking advantage of the fact that the "creature" was even more surprised than you (although it seemed more terrified than anything), you grabbed it with your hand and brought it closer to your face, being able to define the creature well, being able now to see clearly and somewhat surprisingly, that it was indeed a micro, in this case, a male lion looking about thirty years old, barely a little bigger than your hand, wearing a beanie, a tight hoodie and booty shorts, looking back at you quite nervously and fearfully

W-w-what a great day we're having... r-right? hehehe...

To say you were quite astonished by this situation would be an understatement, especially since when you looked around you saw that the little lion man, there were even more micros around you, varying in species, some hiding clumsily hoping you wouldn't see them, while others tried to escape as best they could, but they all shared one trait in common, they had some cream and crumbs in their mouths

Seeing that even the little lion man you were holding had this trait, it became quite clear what was happening. These little creatures were not only entering your home but were also eating what little food was left, something that, for obvious reasons, angered you. Even the little lion man you were holding could tell.

L-look, I'm really sorry, I was starving and I had no other choice... p-please, let me go, I'll leave and you'll never see me again... pretty please?.

The little lion man spoke with considerable fear, making you wonder if you should let him go, but your anger was too strong to think clearly. Then, whether from exhaustion or frustration, a wicked idea crossed your mind. After all, you were in a kitchen full of pastry bags, soda bottles, and small desserts, with people so small they could barely defend themselves if you tried anything, a perfect scenario to teach them a lesson that sometimes "you can have too much of a good thing" and have fun in the process. Who wouldn't take an opportunity like that?