Forlorn Mud Pie

This is truly one Forlorn Mud Pie!

And can you blame him?

He’s been sitting out here baking and caking on this suburban sidewalk for the last several hours, ever since he was first assembled by Dylan Mackenzie and her little redheaded buddy from down the block, Morgan Aleshia.

And, even though those two pixie entrepreneurs have managed — mostly via shrill volume and antic gesturing — to sell exactly two glasses of warm watery lemonade to unfortunate neighbors, for net proceeds of 12 cents, Mr. FMP still sits, generating not a lick of concession-consumer interest, no matter how low his price.

(It probably doesn’t help matters that the girls weren’t too careful what mud they scraped from the yard of Mr. Weintraub and his mastiff Max — note the presence of flies.)