She opened her eyes and there was only darkness.

of reality. It was pretty featureless, as usual. Stupid yoga! She came back to the cell where she seemed to be held captive by some puny twit with an interrogation lamp and

sweat rings under her arm pits. The twit asked if she wanted a cigarette. She knew the game. Good Cop, then Bad Cop. But she played Bad Cop first in a weird hostile takeover that

would resolve itself in a coup for who got to the bathroom first. Cigarettes and bathrooms, the hallmarks of the precinct. "Instead of good cop/bad cop," the twit asked, "Can I be

given a head start on running away? If you catch me, I'll tell you everything I swear." The officer holding this buffoon looked as if his patience was getting stretched thin.

The handcuffs were broken and then the robber was shot dead by the police. His escape route was blocked by customers waiting in line, who could not move. The $200 meat was returned

to the 200$ meat pieces store. The dead robber had donated his organs: his heart went to Fibrilous Fidious a Carny from Mularny in Cork County. Fibrilous had stolen a few hearts in

his doctor days. Patients would be wheeled into his operating theater for routine tonsillectomy, & emerge w/o a heart. They would then refuse their kids Xbox's, & deny their wives

Ben &Jerry;'s Vjayjay flavored ice cream. Default assumptions would not roam so freely if clearly marked fences were adopted in line with standard practices in force at the time.

Ben & Jerry stared at their bottom line then into each others aghast eyes & finally out the window at the new fence. How could they have got it so wrong?