This reminded me of an event: long...sorry... Have you ever had one of those memories that nothing trumped over since then and all subsequent events are just a mare reflection of the previous? So... I was at a gathering once, mostly black people, having a backyard BBQ on a sunny afternoon. In fact, the air was clean, the sun was up, birds chirping away, a beautiful day to be outside and take a stroll with your dslr with a long lens but here I was at a bbq instead; shooting shits with the men while trying to enjoy cheap beer until The-Fatties arrived. The few normal size women and the fats gather around tables and their conversation goes into a different language...its all screaming/squealing, sharp high tone/frequency sound; like a pig. I believe withing a mile of where we were, the wildlife abandoned their homes. As the day turned into dusk, the screaming intensified and my makeshift earplugs pushed further into the ear canal. I believe to this day after eating burgers, hotdogs, chicken wings and liquor, it got stronger. Did I mention a dslr? So, earlier I was taking some photos of the kids, my friends mostly as she is playing on a trampoline. The fats decide it would be a good idea to go on it too after our much concern to abandon the idea...Enter the Fats into the play pen, and it begins the Fat Play at the Opera house. There is a two steps climb, the first fat can't climb vertically that high so it gets help from 2 other fats on its' each side. The moment one of the fat steps on to the play pen, it falls face down, zero balance. Now, it can't get up on its own so now my friends daughter tries to help her but she weights like one of her arm; but its cute seeing her. Now the Fat1 is struggling, while one of the other 2(call her Lard2) still outside tries to climb the steps to at least pull Fat1 up, or not sure what Lard2 was thinking. As Fat1 tries to grab Lard2's hand, well you have to realize, Lard2 can't bend over; imagine the scene where god/someone is reaching out from one of those paintings. As lard2 tries to bend over, it loses balance and falls straight to the ground and starts squealing or laughing, couldn't discern the difference. But now we still have Fat1, on trampoline, after much exhaustion, it tries to crawl to the edge, but it can't. So it rolls to the side until it falls 4 feet from the trampoline to the ground. Of course, we were laughing our asses off. Fat1 gets angry for laughing at  her expense. It gets super mad at us. I didn't mention, we are at the balcony. It throws a tantrum at us, cussing, yelling. screaming and everything in the book as it is trying to throw stuff at us. It says, "wait till i get you." We scream back, "stairs got our back," in fact two plight of stairs it would never make it up. As dusk turned into darkness, we slowly dispersed, hopefully the wildlife came back to their homes and the grasshopper was now the king of loudness in its domain once again.