Crissy stops to Watch

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    Crissy watched the elderly man as he moved the red tipped cane back and forth before him in wide, sweeping arcs.  He slowed down as he got close to the benches, clearly seeking somewhere to rest his decrepit carcass.  Crissy crammed another pine nut into her already overflowing cheeks and scampered closer to the trunk of the tree.  The old geezer eventually made contact with the end of a bench and felt his way along until it was safe to sit.

    The other end of the bench held a woman, a hefty woman, wearing psychedelic spandex, next to her was a stroller.  Crissy the chipmunk watched as the large woman stood and went to help her just as large child recover from the header he had taken in the sandbox.  The bulky woman awkwardly bent over to help her substantial son.  A tremendous expanse of psychedelic spandex was exposed, much like the screen at a drive in movie.

    The old guy on the bench choked, then cleared his throat.  Crissy tore her little eyes away from the psychedelic train wreck before her to see the elderly gentlemen reach into his coat and withdraw a thick, red rubber band.  He then tipped his head forward and peered over his dark glasses.  He put the rubber band around the end of his thumb and expertly pulled it back, twisting as he pulled for a straight shot.  Crissy watched him take careful aim and release the rubber band.

    The man’s aim was true.  The rubber band hit the spandex, which was actually quite hard to miss, with a solid, satisfying thwack.

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