Come, come, here they come!
A bit later than usual, I should say.
Yes, but look, another umbrella.
Yes, another umbrella.
I wonder where they´ll go this time.
Scares me to death just to think of it.
Nobody knows but us.
Which scares me even more.
We could tell the police.
Should we? What should we say?
What truth? That we´ve found hundreds of colourful umbrellas abandoned in an alley?
At least somebody else would know.