The old sewing machine hummed a rhythmic tune, a steady thwack-thwack-thwack that usually brought Martha peace. But today, she sat staring at a flat, sad-looking fabric dragon. It was supposed to be a birthday gift for her grandson, Leo, but it looked more like a pancake than a mythical beast.

Martha looked at the bag in her hand. Walmart was just down the street and usually carried the same Poly-Fil in their craft aisle, often a dollar or two cheaper. "Actually, check the craft section for Poly-Fil," Martha said. "If they have the big bags, grab one!" "Will do," Sarah replied.

Just as she was about to head to the register, her phone buzzed. It was her daughter, Sarah. "Hey Mom, I'm at picking up the cake. Do you need anything?"

What if Ishe thought. She eyed the massive 5-pound box on the bottom shelf. It was a better deal, but she didn’t want to haul a cloud-sized box into her trunk.