Trios - (ii)

Julie screamed as she soared in between the buildings, her claws viciously raking the earth, throwing dirt, dust and the like into the air. The scent of oil, coffee, sweat and exhausted attacked my nostrils.
The streets were littered with people, each on their own path, each navigating their way through each other, with painstaking precision. Some sat with others: talking, drinking, smoking, littering, window shopping, pavement watching. Others walked slowly hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, with silly smiles and completely introverted.
Smuck lit another cigarette, shielding the fame with his bare hands, inhaling, and let the smoke drift down toward the no smoking area in the cafe.
"You're a prick."
"Do you know what's a lot fun?" Smuck completely ignoring my comment and, without missing a beat, said "Walking down a crowded street, like this, and trying to align every face you see with an animal or an object."
A weasel wearing in a business suit checked his watch before running to cross the street. A pork bun plodded into the nearby book store. A flock of penguins boarded a centipede. A mould of jelly jiggled into Hungry Jacks. A wizard pattered a troll on the shoulder. A piece of celery strutted to the music. A doll served tea to her friend the mangled teddy bear. Frankenstein walked into a pole
I glared at Smuck.
He smiled cheekily.