He produces a fork, a rubber band, and a half-eaten granola bar. The geese stare.
Mr. Henderson's sprinklers turn on at 3:14 AM. They spell "SKA" in the wet grass. He watches from his window, eating dry cereal from the box, a single tear of confusion rolling down his cheek.
"SKACAT – PRINCE OF SUBURBIA – PART 2: THE CRACKED CUL-DE-SAC"