Fluffy

You have one simple task. Buy your niece a birthday present. She likes teddy bears. Fluffy teddy bears. Very fluffy teddy bears. Ideally, something so soft and absurdly plush that she can disappear into it like a small child being consumed by a cloud. You have already decided this should be easy. Walk into the toy store. Find the fluffiest bear. Buy it. Leave. Ten minutes, maybe fifteen if there is a queue. You are currently standing outside Beasley & Sons Toy Emporium, looking through the window at rows of teddy bears, stuffed rabbits, plush dinosaurs, and several creatures that appear to have been designed by people who have never seen an animal but once had one described to them over the telephone. A few bears in the window look promising. Possibly too promising. You smile. Perfect. All you have to do is go inside and ask one simple question: "Which teddy bear is the fluffiest?" You have no idea what you are about to start.