he curvy words “spitting” and “sidewalks” make me smile and want to sing, but I stop because spittle might slip. I’m tempted though. My offense would only cost me a $5 penalty.
Those $100 fines are for sorcerers whose saliva is charmed. Wonder if the Health Department folks think they can actually catch wizards who pass along the sidewalks of town in the shadows of dusk? Do they know their charms lie hidden and dormant until some innocent, like me, drops a little drivel onto the enchantment, dry and waiting for activation? Even chemicals in the drool from dogs’ jowls can spark a little life into those charms, spreading intoxication or euphoria, depending upon the nature of the spell.
The officials seem to have the fines backwards. If I had to pay $100, I sure wouldn’t take my chances dropping my drivel with a whistle. No one’s watching right now…♪♫♪♫♪♪♫♫♪