"They are going to kill the cow!"

  "ITSAH BOOL." A sweaty, urine smelling man with half a pencil thin moustache bent towards the little knot of children and corrected. 

  The stadium was a pulsing mass of cheers and boos, the whole thing groaning and moving the dust it sat in. 

  "(i)WHY????(i)" 

  "Come this way.  Close your eyes.  Come this way." A lady was straightening kids collars mostly half tucked inside the tops of handmade sweaters.  "Follow them," littler kids were told of the bigger boys.  Everybody did until the leaders got (i)mezmorized(i).