Paging Mr Golding

Saturday last herself and I met up with the grandkids and their ma at the zoo.  Warmish day and the short people wanted to play in the water feature.  The water feature is an area about seven hundred square feet with eight-to-ten foot squirts erupting at irregular intervals from nozzles in the floor.  Prolly thirty dwarves and a half dozen adults squealing, leaping and casting about.  (One real dwarf who the tall blonde is sure is already stalking her.)

I'm standing courtside with that goofy grin I get when I'm watching dwarves squeal and jump and soak, and a woman standing by me says "It's Lord Of The Flies, isn't it?" 

I grin.  She says "They make their own rules, if they're needed, and it's just crazy!"  I like her right away. 

"Keep your eyes peeled for a stocky little almost blind nearsighted guy" says I.  She grins.