This morning I opened my window and there was a tiny indian boy walking down the little path straight ahead, between the trees.
He was holding a huge plastic bag full of groceries, which was almost as big as he was, such that he had to hold the handle above his head to keep the bag from touching the ground. Suddenly a big chinese man came down the path from the opposite direction. The boy suddenly stopped dead in his tracks on apparently having seen the big man coming towards him on the path. Then he bolted and ran in the opposite direction, making a clattery clanging noise as the tins in his plastic bags touched the ground and he ducked behind one of the trees.
The boy continued visibly peering around the tree at the man. When the passerby was gone, the boy finally dashed down the road in his original direction, making some unintelligible squeaky noises...
