Stitches

Suddenly, the chest exploded into a wild decay of dust and debris, revealing the insides of the medieval and ancient chest.
The contents of the chest was rather sad and depressing since all that was contained was a little, horse like doll that had red buttons for eyes, and many stitches covering its entire body, but the most peculiar observation of all, was the condition of the doll, it was mint.
The guards sighed, shaking their heads with disappointed that showed how sad that it held no treasure of all. “Chief was right, just a stupid old doll.” One said while the other just looked down at the ragged object.
The antique owner was also very disappointed as to say. He eyed it a couple of times, touched it here and there, trying to see if this was the true prize of their finding. “Well, its old…might be worth a….couple of dollars…” He said with his grainy voice. The two guards left without any more words, obviously not wanting to talk about the object any longer.
The antique man sighed, and then made a sound like he was chirping disappointingly. He looked back at the chest with a grim face then flipped it shut with one hoof, while dragging it away towards the dark, back of the shop where all the other items were held for recording service.
During the day, the sales were normal, especially with the new mid-pacelantic vases discovered under the remains of an old broken down ship, there was also returns which Antique despised since the mere mention of returning an antique ruined his mood.
However, during the night when the street lamps flickered on while one flickered on and off, because it’s quite broken down with the various age. The lamps were there for a while, probably 10 years.
Then while he was behind the counter and no one was about, he entered the back room to take inventory which he did every week for the past 10 years.
He accounted for every object, making sure every one of the antiques had a tag that had the price, age, and the day it was returned, found, or bought.
Yet, a weird feeling came over him. He felt curious towards the mystical chest that arrived here with disappointment and sadness.
He flicked it back open with a gentle swivel, revealing the broken down, sadness filled toy. He picked it up, observing it once more before placing it gently on the desk and sitting into the chair.
The doll was just a normal doll, old, ripped here and there, but still having that sense of mystery that made it interesting. He flipped it over.
The text on the back read “To free me of glitches, and put you in stitches, this doll begs, pull my leg.”