the street bending over the flower bed along the house wall. it was a nice flower bed with lots of orange flowers; i think they were poppies. the petals were spread out on the sidewalk underneath him like a orange carpet. first i thought he was about to pick some flowers, or collect petals, but then i saw he had a knife and was just smashing them, flower by flower. why would he do that.� i was thinking that i should yell at him to stop, but then someone came walking along the street and he put the knife in his pocket and walked away. a swallow flew by and 