The small boy emerged from the blue house and walked halfway down the path to the street. He put his finger in his ear and then examined it closely before speaking.
“One time… Okay… See… One time…? Randy Beaman was at Bueno Nacho…? and a hundred girls showed up. but not a hundred different girls… a hundred of the same girl… and they were all trying to get this other girl who had red hair. And then she sprayed them with soda… and they all melted.
Really.
‘kay. bye.”
The boy turned and skipped up the stairs into his house.