Boobies

Running to the park, those three had a good time. They did strides after shrieking through the wind and the wind streaking through their unkempt hair. Whilst working up a sweat whilst building up the muscles behind the callused, dirt addled pads of their bare feet, they caught sight of extravagant green, purple and billowy pink. They gravitated toward the colors until they discerned that they were actually dresses, not mere colors that clung to the brothers and sisters of their former classmates!

Forming a gang on the periphery of the congealed blob of mother, father, sister, brother, these three looked on with intense interest. Two of them performed The Vulture on the one. Mothers shielded shocked eyes behind inexpensive pairs of glasses as they watched two vultures attack a meek figure slowly bending his knees so that his center of gravity was lower and lower to the ground---a prerequisite for complete obscurity. The meek one got lower and lower as The Vultures got ever closer. They got infinitely closer every prepubescent summer second until they concluded the scenario with a kill: A Party Boy on one side and A Tickle Attack on the other.

Girl with pink hair watches on. What up. The dejected ahtist. "Give me a fuckin' Tuber I'll getcha somethin' out of it."

Those three sped from the ceremony and pomp wildly and howled, of course, home. Prom.