labrador park - insider's job

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everybody looks suspicious, even the leafs smell so, although the trunk says nothing. he's here to escape something, but that something might very well be tacking along with him.

the dog's salivating, gaping-wide mouth keeps that secret tight. so he approaches a guy with a cowboy hat, who very much is not into any fishing, but is trying hard pretending to. he tries harder ignoring him, busy casting his line aimlessly into the ocean.

turning to the bespectacled kid, he asks, "hey, why you follow me?"

"siao ah, who follows you? my father brought me here to do fishing with my brother."

hm, must be the old couple. where got people read in the park? come on, give me a break, come all the way to read? what a thotless way to increase the carbon foot-print. thotless they seem to be, in fact their minds are full of evil thots. but how to find out? he tries to read their minds. the man seems to say, "all right, i have enough of you." the lady says, "what? you've taken away my virginity, and now you want another virgin?"

while he is engaged in his mind-reading, he nearly bumps into a runner. his thots are rudely interrupted. he quickly realizes that he may be in great danger. did the runner inject something into his body, when they were in contact? "hey, you! hey..." but the runner just keeps on running.

exhausted, he avoids the crowd and takes himself to the jetty. suspicion never goes away. he wishes a boat would appear by the jetty, big enough to carry all his suspicions, to a place far-far-away, where they would unload them and bury them into some fertile land, where they grow into those drapes of fruit which are so attractive to passers-by, that they would have to isolate this doubtful tree with barb wires and prickly briers to prevent them from tempting the people to eat them, becoming doubtful thomases.

can someone powerful enough, please turn them into stones!