I live on Independence; each block a different terrain of street. Some like slabs of moon with craters that can turn a good car’s transmission belly up and puncture the vulnerable underside, and others smooth and quickly driven.
My trickster is a snake, and his name is Jose Lopez Jalson, and one day, he tricked his sister, a baby girl snake named Charlotte. He put a scary doll next to her, so that when she woke up, she screamed.
One day, Lisa and her alien friend from her home planet, Zooiftfoot, heard a loud bang. It was a great giant book, and the great giant book knocked down a willow tree. Lisa had ripped out all of the pages, 1-10,000 pages and ripped the cover off. Lisa did not want to be killed.