Grinchily she assessed each one in turn before dropping her jaw and scrunching eyes at her offending fat dad who never got rattled like other grown-ups might. But, then again, he had taught it to her. A quick pucker crushed back his own colluding grin.

Zlottie Vimshireik prodded his fleshy forearm. “It would be good! Her. Her friend. Your friends. Us?”

Foolish Abe squirmed and whined. “When? It’s gotta be a WALK? Can’t we watch it on the lectric nintertoob like syblized people? I’ll keep my fat thumb on the ‘Like’ button. I’ll contribute to the Kool Aid fund!”