Paparazzi took one look at Juror-Pixi as she was walking into the courts this morning, and their cameras started shutterring away. Juror-Pixi upped her pace and avoided lens contact as she passed them and dived into the queue at security. A sneaking suspicion made her cast her gaze backwards to see if it was perhaps the person behind her that they were trying to capture...No. The behind person proved to be an unsightly little man of no obvious significance. It couldn't have been him they wanted.
"Pish" -thought Juror-Pixi. She scampered upstairs, took a Ladies detour wherein she hitched up her pants, then found an ugly pink seat atop which to perch, at an ugly pink table at the waiting room cafeteria of the Evil jacket potato.
She looked arround to see if she could spy her South-African freind with whom she'd been making a jigsaw puzzel the day before. (this puzzel too, transpired to be immensely evil) her friend was not there. So then she looked for her Lebanese friend who shared the same birthday as her. But while scanning the room, her eye snagged on that of the only cute Juror in all of Southark Crown Court. Pixi-Juror pulled it away politely, and then contemplated Cute-Juror's hat, which was a very impressive hat indeed. It was big and one of those hats whot have ear-muff-things. Juror-Pixi thought it was necessary to acquire such a hat in ones Pixiness.
Eventually Juror-Pixi's friends made appearances, one by one. Time passed with long, full conversations, cream of spinach soup, and some fashion magazine flipping. One more morning fed to the great sive of life, which pushes Pixi through narrower and narrower spaces until she is most probably expected to emmerge having become a little smaller and more compact.
Returning home she took a route she used to take often when she was much littler. On it she discoverred some old things and some new things. She found that much of the old things now looked smaller to her. This made her mull pensively of things with no answers, about growing upwards and widenning inwards and narrowing wonderwards. When she got home she looked hard into her face in the mirror, to see if that had changed very much. The face looked back hard into her. It didn't have an answer to a single question.
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