A tin man stands on his podium, silently hailing passers-by. Tiny silver faces on his malleable tin suit fountain water from their tiny silver mouths. A lapdog darts forth from its owner’s arms, only to have a well-aimed jet of water fall on it. It barks playfully and the mime surreptitiously aims another squirt its way while waving cheerfully to newcomers on his right.
An elderly couple walk through the crowd, interrupting the tableau. He crosses his arms in exaggerated annoyance and a jet of water spews from his conical tin hat, narrowly avoiding the couple, who continue walking, unaware of the part they have played.
