Evergreen

There’s a young man in an indecently tight yet fluffy overall.
Not a lot gives me creeps, but this does.
“…and who are you?” Mithra asks, undecided between outrage and mirth.
“I am the Coypuman!” the boy cries out and waves his cattle rod around. “Down with the government! Anarchy is the only way to live! Be yourself!”
I have a momentary vision of smacking him on the nose with rolled up newspaper and telling him to carefully rethink his life’s choices. Not that I think it – or anything – could help him.
“Dude, does your mother know that you’re gone?”