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.
