“Jump the crate!  Jump the crate,” I said.  But the foolish boy let the soldier fall and die.  “PHUNnnn.”  Then his mother frowned at me and I jiggled colorful sponges in her window.  “Fine, fine sponge!  Buy a sponge, stay clean!”  She shook her head angrily and I moved on to the next car in traffic.  Long, woven, and brightly colored, my sponges dance in the sunlight like masquerades at a festival.  I have to sell ten today.

“Shift right!  Shift right!  Dodge!”  I told a small boy in a blue shirt sitting in the back seat of a Mazda 626.  He was too young to know the traps in Gingis Warzone Level 5 but you try to help as much as you can.

When the adults in the car looked at me, I sold them two sponges. “N500!  N500!”  Business is good today.  “Come,” a customer called. “Give me a blue one.”  Business is like that.  Some days are good.  Some days are bad.

Today, I will give Mama N4000 and take N1000 to the internet café.  I will master that Level 12 today.