“So (the phenomenon) all started in this here diner. Pansy?” START Dr. Mouse looked around but no actual or at least anthropomorphic mouse could be found. Had he turned into Jasper the littlest formerly between his ears and scurried away to safety and obscurity? Possibility.
“Well… I think this diner is obviously the first Pooping Pigeon, start of a chain. Obvious, right?”
“Possibility,” I said again, not ready to pin down that particular reality to this here blog, 25 in a series of… I mean 26 in a series of…
“Probability at *least*,” she countered. “Probable reality. We must go down that path, that avenue.”
“Hot Dog, the 6th victim who became the most famous, on the wall in back, true,” I admitted, starting to see the light at the end of a long, long tunnel.
“Ketchup on one side,” also observing W spoke. “Mustard on the other. Two squirters who are also squirts. It was a great marketing tool.”
“Funny how they hold his buns instead of him… as Hot Dog I mean. Emphasis on the buns.”
“Right. See how this is working out? No need to stop.” STOP
“I can’t name the Amazon Amazonia, W. I have a tag of that name.”
“Trivialities. No need to bother the reader with such. START You need to find the 12th (Source tile), like I pointed out before.”
Wendy went away from the register and approached the counter again. “Who let you in here?”
“I let myself in,” replied Duncan, seeing the game beginning again. Long, long tunnel.
“Yeah, don’t lean into me like that. Pansy!” she called back to the register. “A little help over here!”