Red Sweater Men Singing  I'm with my mom. We walk into an academic building. There is a man and a boy wearing red sweaters practicing music on a piano and singing. We keep walking. There is a folk group practicing with all different instruments.  I am with my brother Wally, sister Ramona, and classmate Holly Tanks. My mom is picking us up. We're at the Middle Mall. Nellie Hammer, from my economics class, walks by.  I go into a building. There are fish on the wall. They are either mounted or drawn. These show fish size for different species; maybe the record size. It shows the biggest muskie was caught in Connecticut. I'm in the basement of this building. Reggie and Joel, two guys I catch chickens with, are there. There is a skunk in the basement. We run up the stairs to get away from it. We're about to catch a barn of chickens. I'm with my friend Tiny, who is also a chicken catcher. I don't have my chicken-catching shoes, and neither does Tiny. He catches without socks on his arms, and with some funky wrestling-like shoes. I catch in my Sketcher shoes. All the socks I have are hand socks with holes cut in them. I wear two or three pairs. Then I find my bag of chicken-catching clothes. I go into the barn. There are cows in an adjacent barn. The pallets to put the chickens in are in an odd fashion: several short rows with an end cap-like pallet, too. It confuses me. The catchers are annoyed with me for not working hard. I try to get away slacking off: not working hard.