"Pigoon, balloon, pigoon, balloon," he would chant to pacify them, hanging over the edge of the pen.
[...]
Because I'm their friend, he thought. Because I sing to them. He wished he had a long stick, so he could poke them – not to hurt them, just to make them run around. They spent far too much time doing nothing.
(M. Atwood Oryx and Crake.)

Pilnīgi parasti teikumi, bet, vot, saslēdzas kaut kas, un sāk likties, ka tas ir lieliskākais, kas pēdējā laikā lasīts. Doma, ka mazs puika ar garu kārti baksta cūķus... pilnīgs kosmoss.