(This is the continuation of "Forty Second Street.")
I gently spun around and saw it sitting there. It was bald for it had no hair. It spoke in a strange tone. It was high like a bell, but low like a moan. It told me its name. "Zelweger's the name, talking is the game!" With that he clapped his hands. His wrist had lime-maroon bands. I blinked my eyes twice. Then what Zelweger did was not very nice. His ship came and took me away. Zelweger said I'd be back another day. In his shiney ship. I sat in a chair, bitting my lip. A friend of Zelweger pulled me out of my chair. With one quick movement I was in the air. They cut my hair with scissors of plastic, then sent me on my way with a candy stick. I headed for home with my candy in hand. Then Zelweger put on my wrist a snow-scarlet band. As soon as it was on, my mind's memories were gone. The other I was walking down 42nd street and now I can't remembre how to put shoes on my feet!
