Down the hill from the main event were aunts and uncles
feasting next to the great auditorium under midday sun
Losing themselves in mouthfuls of food
their very personalities disappearing to make room for more
And after stuffed there was indeed some silence
had they been dilluted by the sheer quantity of food
yes unfortunately aunt teardrop walked back up the hill
her wallet could no longer fit in her jacket pocket
falling out and down the hill
It rolled into my hands uncle teardrop burst out
he said That's my wife's it has her whole life in it
it is her
we heard a scream and aunt teardrop feeling her wallet gone
fell screaming down the grassy hill heart attack raging
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