A moment in the life of a confused child whose imagination clouds his perception of reality.

Brewster's eyes leapt from within his deep, vermilion cloak. "Jaime, you'll do it," he demanded. A timorous group of children encircled the two. Brewster moved amongst them, his motion a silent rejoinder, encompassing all of them. "You'll do it."
Jaime shifted nervously, hands fumbling his swollen and silken coat, his eyes feverous.
"Do it!"
Jaime moved backward but the faces descended with his. His hands plucked the fringes of his coat. The children giggled:
"Now!"
"Do it!"
"Jiggle the belly, Jaime!"
A scattering of mulch and a woman's insistent voice stilled their play. "Brewster, come w…