the popular drugstore

The figs are falling, the figs are falling! The wind is steady and hurricanes approach. After a year of streaking back and forth through the trees, the lizards do push-ups and inflate their red-and-white streaked throats in anticipation. The figs are small, and some are packaged for sale in the drugstore but not those near the pharmacy chain-store lying on the ground.

Slugs flatten into sombrero-forms and glide into position under structures near the trees.

But what is this? A baby eaglet on the asphalt, dead; crumpled young armadillos fail to cross the new post-hurricane roadways; the nips and tucks of vigilant wildlife are quickly punished.

Some of the figs have fallen prematurely, green and lifeless on sidewalk and roadway, as drama addicts cruise past and squeal their automotive-vehicle wheel-assemblies, fingering electronic window-switches.

Beside a pharmacy popular in many ways, the property-site figs are a definite plus.