Beast Buys Niceties

I had an assignment in which I had to write a story about the random phrase "beast buys niceties", so this is what I came up with. This is kind of an old piece, but I still appreciate any feedback!

The Beast was, undoubtedly, a bit gruff in the morning. His bed was much too small for him, and sometimes he bumped his head on the ceiling. The housing in his neighborhood was just not big enough for monsters- sure, his current house might be roomy enough for a bear or two, but he was not a bear, he was a monster (although he preferred the term ‘beast’, because monster has a much more negative connotation, in his opinion).

                Still, every morning he would pull on his silken robe and tug his slippers over his hooved feet and make his way downstairs. He has been asked before why he wears slippers, as one might wonder what good they might do him. The answer is precisely this: the Beast is one for fashion, and practices it even in the aloneness of his home, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the hoof-shaped scuffs marking various spots on his flooring.

                This particular morning, the Beast was aghast to find that he had run out of sugar. What an awful situation! He just couldn’t drink his coffee black; it was too bitter.

                A sigh escaped his lips. He would have to go out and get more.

                Once his mane had been tended to and his teeth had been brushed to a refreshing minty clean, the Beast headed down the way to the bus stop. He would buy his own car, you see, but most cars he sat down in ended up with horn holes in the roof, and the Beast was not terribly fond of the bugs that found their way inside through them.

                The bus came creaking to a halt after about twenty minutes. The Beast had to hunch forward to fit on the bus, and had to take up two seats all to himself. A woman boarded behind him, wailing infant cradled in her arms, and sat down directly behind him. He only wanted his coffee.

                As it turned out, the vast majority of the bus riders were also going to the grocery store, and most of them apparently didn’t understand the concept of exiting the bus in a timely fashion.

                The Beast held onto a cart, even though he only came for sugar. It was a habit for him; he was offbeat without one. He managed to grab a bag before the crowd of busgoers hoarded all of it when something occurred to him: why should he only buy sugar? He was a hard-working citizen; he deserved something else other than sweetened coffee.

                Now, the Beast was one for seafood, and what he loved in particular? Lobster. Shelled, unshelled, hot, cold, any way it could possibly be served. His favorite way to prepare lobster was to add lemon slices as garnish. He supposed he would have to purchase a crustacean or two.

                He did deserve it, after all, even if he was a bit gruff in the morning.