When I was a little kid we had a sand box. It was a quicksand box. I was an only child... eventually.
While out for a run on the tow path we spotted the Cannibal at the One Mile Marker. He was staring down at his hands, mesmerized.
What was he up to now?
Using our Ninja running skills we moved swiftly and silently to where he was resting (Nutjob Ebook Ninja Running Skills coming out soon).
Cupped in his hands was a granular material composed of finely divided rock and mineral particles.
It was sand.
When he saw us he hid his guilt with a smile and let the sand trickle discretely through his fingers.
The Cannibal is a crafty one.
But what did it mean?
What was he thinking?
What was he planning?
Only time will tell.