Across the alley at the daycare center, children swarm over the playground equipment, and that is normal. But the “He’s after me!” shrieks switched gears a few minutes ago, and suddenly we had “Let’s pretend there’s a zombie attack” going on over there. Eventually this morphed [perhaps due to teacher intervention] into “Let’s all be ghosts together”, and so there was 5 minutes [or five hours, depending on your tolerance levels and special relativity] of warbled moans: “Ooooohooooooooooah! Ooooooooooo!”
The cats and I were relieved when the children were herded back inside for their next lessons.