[SOMEWHERE IN THE FOREST....
There is a tree.
And hanging from that tree is a pinata/doll/construct of
everyone's favorite mean girl. An illusion, of course, but one of those real ones that only a few special snowflakes illusionists can manage.
Fran is chucking pine cones at it. A number of them miss. The ones that hit, though, make the pinata's eyes bug out in a VERY EXAGGERATED MANNER.
You get to witness a hit! Aren't you lucky.]
Yay.
My aim is getting better.