The macaroni man in a safari hat whapped one of the sheetsbof newspaper with a bamboo flyswatter.  "Give it to me," he held out the flyswatter like a hand.  "You've had enough." She'd hidden his shoes when he took a snooze sitting upright and his black dress socks had long pine needles poking in and out the bottoms.

     The newspapers were disassembled and hung in a circle like a topless teepee around them.  "All of this in six months." A tongue cluck.

     "Just dandy." 

     "It's kind of gross." 

     "Everything's going to be just fine.  Fish out the apples." 

     "Someone's coming, hush!" 

     "When we get there I'm going to spank you for telling us to hush." 

     "We'll see about that!" I told the animal carcasses.