The Last Mon Standing

I was walking home again and as usual daydreaming (if you can call this hour day)… but then while i was walking onthis street with three grocery stores competing for passing people, like me, I momentarily stopped fantasizing when I overheard this boy, about three or four year old boy, singing (i mean screaming) on top of their house by the window holding a stick pretending to be strumming it like a guitar.

What really amazed me was when i found out that i was not the only one who was fascinated by the young out of tune singer. It turned out that the whole street, all the passing people, the owners of the stores and all their customers were craning their heads, absolutely amused by the little boy’s serenade. They wre smiling at one another. And the child was so much clueless of what was just happening down the street.

i wonder if he got an applause after he was through with his.. erm… little concert.