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"Good story kid;" Animal remarked. "No toy, yes; but nonetheless one; Toy in a game; Bad game; Sett- ing up. The knowledge of your still life; Pictures as a card game turning the chase over in the offic- ers peely hand! The detective; The prowl. The secret in the eye. Always; which eye? You say you know; but the getting you is their fun, and your anguish. And if you don't give a shit, you'll get caught. No pal- ace; The dark room. The cell for laughs; they like the sound enough for keeps; The game is on. Don't you score; and at least you'll cut down on cheer lea- ders;" Animal pointed his finger into the air in general; and stiffened up his voice asking an answer; "Who is wanted in the worst way? Anybody with a record! That character is reguarded inhuman; From a pesty bug to a monster he will grow!" Animal took the glaze out of his eyes, and looked directly at the young boy... "You're just experiment- ing with life; but that's due cause; Tell'em Joe." Jiven Joe stood up from the white washed steps he had been seated upon, went back into his quarters, and came out beginning to rub his body with oil as if he were alone. He winked at the boy, and played Pan. Dancing as it were on a court yard cloud being