Two people walked down the street. As they got further away, they seemed to get smaller. There was a bird on the right flying southeast. The bird used to live in a nest behind Dave’s house. We think they left last summer. My name’s Jack.
Four people ate cotton candy. There was stickiness. A bell went off. A dwarf barfed under the big top. Well, I wouldn’t say I’m a “dwarf”. My chin burned against my chest as I stormed into makeup. People were doing things.