The whys were harsh all over the world.

Only a few neighbor kids came through

  the roads and tunnels of bramble.  Just back.  

  "What'dwee miss?" 

  "Why so few?" 

  People crowded round people to record every spoken word. 

Word came.

  "Ixnay theah stepney childrenay 

  "BOOK.  And stop talking pug Latin please, you'll corrupt my children."  Robot-dancing children, some tall, some short whikiwheered their ways over to a knot of grownups.  Everyone had a lot of projects on their plates and like diplomats were dividing vacation zones into spheres and zones. 

  A third understudy for Lucille Ball slipped her way out of a vat of grapesmashing.  Huh, someone grabbed a baby's "spit up" towel and made a desperate attempt to clean up the filthy tracks left behind from a gradual stomp over to the aw-dervs.  Little hot dogs in pastry.  The hiked up skirt fell to ankle length as a woman, an actual, biological woman took a babe in arms.  "Did y'all leave me out of a literary discussion?" 

  "Stop it.  Stop it," another lady air-grabbed for the towel.  She tried to stop the man's obsessive compulsions to clean and not to waste.  "That's why we're doing this outside this time," a lady in the vat waved her hand at the beautiful sunshine.  "Fresh air," started a man in a moustache, "And far less cleanup," the handwaving lady announced okay day, okay with this much work. 

  "How difficult?" Another man asked while taking the baby.  "Quite," said a person in a typecast Detective "get up" holding a magnifying glass to fingernails to affirm that an impeccable manicure had been given the man.  "It's very simmulahr." A person on Nana's golden phone sounded trying to convince the MOST most famous Director in the world. 

  "What is?" Different people asked simultaneously of difficult and similar. 

BoooofhphmpAH

  The woman fell on all fours when she'd run smack into a kiddie pool.  "That'll be a bruise," to several other people commenting, gasping, laughing, and one person being tackled by a body without arms but flailing in an air jump.  "WHADDYA TELL HER TO RUN FOR ARSEHOLE????" 

  "Wa, wah, WE'D HAD TO." 

  "SO THAT MEANS WE SHOULD TOO?????" 

  The tackled fell into laughing hugs. 

  "YOU DON'T GET IT!!" 

  Ssssshhh, sssssh, "Blind, not deaf, remember." 

  "What don't we get?  And don't call anyone a communist again or I will have to smother you." 

  "I am so SICK OF POLITICS!" Someone yelled. 

  "Yeah, I think a line has been crossed myself." 

  "POOL'S RUINED." 

  "Where are those going to have their puppies?" A glance in the direction of dogs rescued from a "pound". 

  "Is that what this is for?" 

  Shocked awes.  "You didn't?" 

  "Oh I did." The majesty said. 

  Some people chose to get up off the ground, others stayed put. 

  "What were you thinking?" 

  A huuuuumph and laugh.  "You all need to love again." 

  Na-ah, no way, a lady said to her promised man (nobody was going to be sexual for seven years, past even their "promises" made in front of family and church groups to wait until marriage). People shot stares and awkward gawks at the couple talking implying the question:  Is someone pressuring someone?  

  "We can't AFFORD TO feed a puppy."  The man's shoulders slumped, sad, dejected.  "AND, we'll be traveling." The man's eyes grew wide and his shoulders lifted his back straight and tall.  "Really?" 

  "Where you sneaking off to you two?" 

  A hand held up two cigarettes. 

  Puff, puff, drag, blowing smoke out relief.  "What did you mean?" 

  "About what?" 

  "And I quote, 'We'd had to.'" 

  "It's complicated." 

  A cigarette crushed out with a shoe'd foot.  "Try me." 

  "I, I...." 

  "Don't trust me?" 

  "Trust you?" 

  Eyes peeking through bushes.  One's down on one knee.  Is it a proposal?  I can't hear that far away. 

"These accomodations are killing us."

  The flight attendents crammed the last of the seemingly shrunken meals into the racks. 

  One passenger griped out loud, "Really.  What are you trying to do?  Take over the flight?"  A business-suited, Saudi head-wear man was stared at.  "Must be sitting in the front row," someone said like an actor had said in a movie.  Forced a laugh and told of other funny lines in the script.  Others started staring at others aboard.  The regal man took a palm pilot from his breast pocket, typed in something, then said in heavily accented English, "Please, you are making me very uncomfortable."  A minder gently backhanded a staring person's arm.  The person continued to glare.