Wet, the sidewalks slip past me on some elevational clip. They move along without my guidence, hindering the invertabrets at my feet. the cats must be fed. so I walk the street entering the market with my green girl to my side. The checkout is fine but the impulse to buy is a pain to my wallet. I leave a little stronger.
My shoestrings are in strands of seven so I enter the dollar store. A song a nursery song? is playing underneath two different radio stations.Straining to locate the source... found! Someone has left a novelty birthday card broken and hidden within the rolls of wrapping paper, singing its mechanical tune, probably till death. I leave somewhat saddned with a chinese bowl filled with shoelaces, stickers and a laser pointer. Stopping to save the writhing pinks we lope the way home.