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By Jack Joseph Smith

"Good story kid;" Animal remarked. "No toy, yes; but nonetheless one; Toy in a game; Bad game; Sett- ing up. The knowledge of your still life; Pictures as a card game turning the chase over in the offic- ers peely hand! The detective; The prowl. The secret in the eye. Always; which eye? You say you know; but the getting you is their fun, and your anguish. And if you don't give a shit, you'll get caught. No pal- ace; The dark room. The cell for laughs; they like the sound enough for keeps; The game is on. Don't you score; and at least you'll cut down on cheer lea- ders;" Animal pointed his finger into the air in general; and stiffened up his voice asking an answer; "Who is wanted in the worst way? Anybody with a record! That character is reguarded inhuman; From a pesty bug to a monster he will grow!" Animal took the glaze out of his eyes, and looked directly at the young boy... "You're just experiment- ing with life; but that's due cause; Tell'em Joe." Jiven Joe stood up from the white washed steps he had been seated upon, went back into his quarters, and came out beginning to rub his body with oil as if he were alone. He winked at the boy, and played Pan. Dancing as it were on a court yard cloud being

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Animal answers the runaway with a darker lesson: once the system names someone a criminal, the game changes from innocence to managed pursuit.

His speech is half warning and half recognition. The page sees criminalization as a social appetite as much as a legal fact, and Joe's silent theatrical entrance deepens the sense that everyone present already knows some version of that script.

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Animal answers the boy's fable by extending it into a rigged game: 'No toy, yes; but nonetheless one; Toy in a game; Bad game'. He renders pursuit as a card game in 'the officers peely hand' - 'The detective; The prowl. The secret in the eye. Always; which eye?' - where 'the getting you is their fun, and your anguish', and not caring guarantees capture. His warning sharpens to a thesis on the criminal record: 'Who is wanted in the worst way? Anybody with a record!', that person 'reguarded inhuman; From a pesty bug to a monster he will grow!' Then he gentles - 'You're just experimenting with life; but that's due cause' - and cues Joe, who oils his body 'as if he were alone', winks at the boy, and 'played Pan', dancing 'on a court yard cloud'.