My New Bike
You decide to ride on by. Those boys don't look very nice.
The further you press on, the worst the neighborhood seems to get. Gatherings of mean looking boys, similar to the ones you passed by earlier, begin to appear with more frequency. They give you looks that aren't very friendly. Some of them flash strange hand signals at you. You keep peddling.
As you're passing a bookstore (about the only well-maintained building within a five mile radius) with a big sign that reads: Dirty Bird's XXX Emporium, a van pulls up alongside you. One of the van's tinted windows rolls down and a fat man with disheveled hair and snot dribbling from his nose beckons you to come over by enticing you with some candy which he dangles out the window. "Hey little boy," he calls out to you. "You look lost. Want some candy? I've got candy. Are you cold? It's warm in my van. Need a ride home? You can put your bike in the back of my van." He licks his lips and looks at you with a hungry look in his eyes as he awaits your response.
The further you press on, the worst the neighborhood seems to get. Gatherings of mean looking boys, similar to the ones you passed by earlier, begin to appear with more frequency. They give you looks that aren't very friendly. Some of them flash strange hand signals at you. You keep peddling.
As you're passing a bookstore (about the only well-maintained building within a five mile radius) with a big sign that reads: Dirty Bird's XXX Emporium, a van pulls up alongside you. One of the van's tinted windows rolls down and a fat man with disheveled hair and snot dribbling from his nose beckons you to come over by enticing you with some candy which he dangles out the window. "Hey little boy," he calls out to you. "You look lost. Want some candy? I've got candy. Are you cold? It's warm in my van. Need a ride home? You can put your bike in the back of my van." He licks his lips and looks at you with a hungry look in his eyes as he awaits your response.