Standing on the pavement, he looked forlornly at his left shoe and pondered its deterioration. It was made all the worse by the apparent good condition of the right. To make matters worse, a blob of his ice cream slipped from its perch atop a crispy cone and landed with a splattering upon the worn out toe. He thought, "I scream, but perhaps I should just shoe-oosh up".
Meanwhile, not very much was happening elsewhere.
Bestin Spequrious, a man of another time, found himself in the town centre awash with contradiction. To his left, he spied a curious woman wearing a frozen quail atop her head and reciting low quality prose. He grinned in a useless attempt to veneer his contempt that she was wearing an organic quail while his was merely "free range". Anyway, the day was growing increasingly less refrigerated and so he removed the deceased bird, constructed a sturdy boat from yesterday's newspaper and placing the increasingly pungent non-feathered creature upon it, placed it into the large duck pond to set sail. As it drifted away he threw coloured streamers and waved his handkerchief. Bystanders were surprisingly accepting of the situation.
Meanwhile, in the town of Greater Normalsville, a congregation of the people was taking place. For discussion was the issue of cactus, and it's role in the arctic regions of the Zambese corridor where the penguins roam. Edwina, third empress of Lexinbridge, wearing a black lace tablecloth with attached tea set was red faced and roaring. "You fools", she cried, "do you not know that the Zambese region is the last place on earth where one can find the peppercorn people, known far and wide for there dance of the eleven toes?". A murmur flowed through the crowd as this revelation changed opinions to that of a more sure-footed aspect.
