Polly was walking the “child” in the yard.
Polly was quite drunk. She held the small blue pyramid by the hand and walked him up and down. She did not see the helicopter land, nor did she pay much attention as Horn came running up.
One of the neighbors turned. “Oh, Mr. Horn, it’s the cutest thing. Where’d you find it?”
findOne of the others cried, “Hey, you’re quite the traveler, Horn. Pick it up in South America?”
Polly held the pyramid up. “Say Daddy!” she cried, trying to focus on her husband.
“Wheelly!” cried the pyramid.
“Polly!” shouted Peter Horn, and strode forward.
“He’s friendly as a dog or a cat,” said Polly staggering along, taking the child with her. She laughed at the neighbors. “Oh, no, he’s not dangerous. He looks dangerous, yes, but he’s not. He’s friendly as a baby.
