The Fry is Falling! The Fry is Falling!

Today, as I sat in the soft play area of the Oglethorpe Mall, a French fry landed on the floor a few feet in front of me with no one standing nearby. I don't know where it came from. I glanced around and didn't notice anyone looking impishly guilty. I don't know why I didn't walk over and pick it up to prevent some innocent little kid from eating it off the floor. I just sat there, contemplating it. And then, suddenly, a sparrow flew down to the carpet, looked around for a split second, grabbed the fry, and flew up and away. Seriously. It was very surreal. After a while I saw the little guy again and watched him flit into the yummy pretzel shop, no doubt looking for some cinnamon and sugar pretzel bits.