loops and misgivings...

i was riding my bike home from work today...Devotchka was playing in the tiny ear buds shoved, rather uncomfortably into my tiny ear holes...and i came upon this girl...now i've been trying to better my age guessing techniques by practicing at restaurants and such...i'm hoping there's some improvement...when i say, she looked to be about 11, although it doesn't matter, i want it to be spot on...she had this construction paper bunny, pink and green, our eleven year old...and with both hands she was holding the construction paper bunny's ears and most of his head against the chain link fence beside her...the girl was running, maniacally cackling, and dragging poor paper bunny through an awful metal gauntlet...almost a disturbing sight actually...so i started to wonder, what does she do to cat's when no one's looking...what if this were a real bunny, would her rage be even more exposed...i imagined she was that girl we all knew when we were eleven..the one that always pinched you on the school bus, and thought spitting when she laughed was hilarious, and her laugh was awful and loud and shrill as hell...but maybe it wasn't the bunny at all, not directly...maybe she hates construction paper..or crafts..or paper of any kind really, and she spends her nights huddled in her room chewing at envelopes and things with Current Occupant on them...or perhaps she hates the color pink...maybe she hates the gender specific way her teacher forces things on her...pink for girls...bunnies for girls...aggression and video games NOT for girls...or perhaps because its nearing Easter someone actually made that for her, but it's someone she hates...or she never learned the right way to love and by fouling up the bunnies face on a chain link fence she feels affection for the person...i don't know...i wish i did...but to stop an eleven year old on her way home, when you're smoking a cigarette and twenty-three in cut-off old man pants just might seem like an intrusion...