(First time here? Click to find out what’s going on, or read the original anecdote in the margin.)
Tweet-tweet, a little boy hisses through his whistle, his orange t-shirt fluttering in the wind while his imagination whirs in the background. His best friend, arm clapped around him, eyes the murmuring crowd in the distance. A suspicious grandmother with something to hide, tsk tsk, slithers past balancing a wobbly object under her head shawl. Meanwhile, ugh, some squelchy man shuffles his feet behind them, zapping the other direction with his eyeballs.