A long-haired 2o-something man dressed with nothing but a hospital robe (
you know, those things they make you wear when you are in hospital...) walks in the streets of Chicago. A bright light comes out of his eyes and leaves a sparkle in his way, and a wide smile fills his face.
A weird, instrumental music follows him everywhere.
He gently smiles to all the people in the street that look at him. A large coat in a store catches his attention.
As he starts putting it on himself, a fat woman comes to him and starts saying words he doesn't care about.
He kisses her in the forehead, causing her to stop talking, and walks away.
Following him is a man in a black suit. He speaks to a small microphone in his jacket...
"He seems pretty quiet... I think I should take him now... OK, copy..."
The man in the suit then walks to the happy-man, and talks to him.
"Excuse me, mister... could you please come with me...?" he says, as he grabs his arm.
The people around him start wishpering... "they wanna take him to a nut house... he ain't harming nobody here... damn facists..."
The happy-man looks at him in the eyes, and, always smiling, says talks in a soft woice.
"How did you know my name?"
"Uh...?"
"You called me 'Mister'..."
"Oh... I'm sorry, mis... uh, sir, I'm afraid you are gonna have to come with me..."
The music stops. The happpy-man stays still for a while. Then he starts talking again.
"You" he says, lifting his left arm "Should be converted into... a cow"
Then he moves his hand, and the man in the suit is converted into a cow in a suit.
The people around him start clapping, like one would clap a regular magician, while he makes a reverence.
The music starts again, as he walks away.
