We thought we were in another town so I asked this man who was sitting on the curb, What town is this? He answered, We Thought We Were in Another Town. I thought he was a wise guy and considered smacking him. But then I noticed the sign: WE THOUGHT WE WERE IN ANOTHER TOWN. POPULATION 200.
No one comes here on purpose. No one wants to leave after they have tasted the waffles at the We Thought We Were in Another Town Café. Felsenfeld started walking out of town as if he were balancing on the white line on the road. Every few steps he would stop, and stand there with his arms spread out like a scarecrow. It was his special dance. He called it The Felsenfeld Movement and said that it would catch on someday. He began to add new moves, slow, underwater-like moves.