Aug 19, 2013
On the steep street, her step is silent. As she is going to catch up with two slow men, a very old limping giant leaning on an old rotund small guy, the tall one lets a trompeeting fart. The short one scolds him, you're a real pig. That's when she overtakes them. She hears the surprise in the intake of their breath. A few more steps and they're both giggling.