Trinket tilted her head as the man listed his rules. "Why do we have to fix things? That's boring. Breaking things is more fun."
She watched as the man played with the children and their ball. Her attention was not on the children, however. Instead she watched the adults. She watched the way they dodged out of the way, nearly but not quite being knocked over. Hmph. A little chaos, but nowhere near enough.
"That was only a little trick," Trinket said. "You can't win the game with little tricks."
She looked around, searching for a big trick to do. Something the man wouldn't just be able to undo so easily. Something fun.
She watched the wagons and carts rolling by. So many people, going about their lives. Moving things from one place to another. Boring. She would make them all have more fun.
She started walking down the street, giving little commands to every wagon she passed. Unscrew, she commanded the hubcaps. Unbuckle, she commanded the straps and reins on every horse. Stop, she commanded the wheels, locking them in place. One by one, all down the line, most of it too subtle to be noticed.
As they rolled past her, the wagons started to fall apart. Wheels fell off. Horses broke free. Moving parts got jammed up. Seats fell apart. The traffic all down the road turned into chaos as drivers tried to control their vehicles. One crashed into a vendor stall, spilling good everywhere. Another started rolling backwards downhill as its horses broke free. People ran about, trying to catch the animals and gather up the lost goods.
These people led boring lives. The same old routine, day after day, going to work, going home, nothing interesting happening. Until today.
Trinket surveyed her work. Dozens of people were having the most interesting day of their lives.
"I win," she said.
She watched as the man played with the children and their ball. Her attention was not on the children, however. Instead she watched the adults. She watched the way they dodged out of the way, nearly but not quite being knocked over. Hmph. A little chaos, but nowhere near enough.
"That was only a little trick," Trinket said. "You can't win the game with little tricks."
She looked around, searching for a big trick to do. Something the man wouldn't just be able to undo so easily. Something fun.
She watched the wagons and carts rolling by. So many people, going about their lives. Moving things from one place to another. Boring. She would make them all have more fun.
She started walking down the street, giving little commands to every wagon she passed. Unscrew, she commanded the hubcaps. Unbuckle, she commanded the straps and reins on every horse. Stop, she commanded the wheels, locking them in place. One by one, all down the line, most of it too subtle to be noticed.
As they rolled past her, the wagons started to fall apart. Wheels fell off. Horses broke free. Moving parts got jammed up. Seats fell apart. The traffic all down the road turned into chaos as drivers tried to control their vehicles. One crashed into a vendor stall, spilling good everywhere. Another started rolling backwards downhill as its horses broke free. People ran about, trying to catch the animals and gather up the lost goods.
These people led boring lives. The same old routine, day after day, going to work, going home, nothing interesting happening. Until today.
Trinket surveyed her work. Dozens of people were having the most interesting day of their lives.
"I win," she said.
