Oh...

Oh my...

Garion stood slack-jawed, the dazzling array of foreign, mysterious, and most importantly, shiny tools reflecting in his wide, green eyes. They cast their spell upon his foalish brain, sending his imagination reeling with thoughts of what they might do. That twirly thing could be used to fluff up squirrel tails! And that twisty thing, that could be used to un-stub a paw! And that droopy one, that must be for dog ears when they get too-Sugar!

The colt gasped and shook his head. Those darn tools! Getting him all distracted with their shininess, their funny shapes, their mysterious-no! Bad Garion! There's a job that needs doing! Turning his head from the dark, evil tools, he marched on over to the bottom shelf, dug around until he found the darn jar, and marched straight out with it.

He couldn't understand how the doctor-mirror, stethoscope, and twirly thing ended up coming along for the ride, but he was but a simple colt, unable to understand the whims and fancies of Providence.

(I can't recall if the other box was in the storeroom or not. If it is, he'll grab that too and head back. Otherwise, he'll trot onward across the bridge.)