The little girl sat on the floor by the market stall. It sold sandals made from recycled car tyres. She licked her plastic dinosaur sticker. Smoothing it down on the ground in front of her, she admired its positioning. A smear of dirt sat shyly across her cheek. Something was not right. She picked up the sticker once more and sucked it pensively. Then she got up in the unsteady manner of toddlers of her age and stuck the dinosaur abruptly on the glass pane covering the neighbouring jewellery stall. She waddled off contentedly and tripped over herself.
Meanwhile, ants flowed down the right hand side of the pane, their trail marked out clearly as a solitary line in the dirt that otherwise formed a glaze over the presentation case.