He lowered his paper and leaned against the park bench.
Jimmy popped up. “Where’s mine supposed to appear?
Do clever thoughts go wandering every year?”
Jimmy clutched his cap. “Did mine wander past the fence?”
Jimmy whirled about, “Then how'd that fellow grow?”
Sebastian gripped his paper. “It’s just a clever turn.”
“So brains get larger whenever they're forced to churn?”
“No,” Sebastian said. “Though yours has far to go.”
Jimmy cried, “That vender should confirm my plan.”
“He won’t have genius stacked for purchase there.”
“He’ll have a lid with room for thoughts to spare.”
Sebastian blinked. “That’s not a lab. It’s just a van.”
He beamed, “At last, my thoughts have room to grow.”
Sebastian sighed and shook his head. “This will be grim.”
Jimmy shook his head and the hat's bill dropped, covering him.
With another step, Jimmy fell. “My thoughts slid down below!”