Men driving past honking and shoutswearing.

I planned a story called The Secret Santa Protection Agency about a group of kids who discover Santa is real when they are mistakenly given each other's presents.

I wrote a story about a cat detective who solved a jewel heist by discovering the thieves were the caterers who hid the jewels in the overlooked garnishes of their desserts only because he's lactose intolerant and can't eat the ice cream. The thieves are made to rifle through his shit for diamonds.

I storyboarded an animation about a skeleton that works as a silent, still model in a science classroom, but a night goes home where he keeps butterflies in jars.

I wrote a story about a boy doing show and tell who spun a romantic tale about how his parents were cursed to become whatever they smelled. The teacher asks whether she became a beautiful rose, and the boy opens his bag and pulls out a pair of very smelly socks.

I wrote a story about a girl who had her hair done really nicely for another girl's party. The birthday girl got health us and so she and her friends dyed it blue. She came to school the next week with a shaved head from chemo.

I wrote a story about a man who grew a Hitler moustache and so the townsfolk held a town meeting which turned into a riot.

I had a story about a monstrous tax collector as seen through the windows of the houses whose doors he knocked on. He lived in poverty himself and worked for an evil government.