Two tiny pre-teens talk together, tumbling toward a tumult of total strangers. Between the two, the timid one toted a whistle, which he took to his teeth, putting air into it. The alternate youngster tightly trailed the top of his twin’s two tentacles with the tuber-like extension of his own torso. Simultaneously, toward their posteriors trolled a troubled aunty whose top was too tall due to a secret tucked toward her temples. And at the identical time, a tenebrous stranger stared astutely toward the opposite street.