Geelie relocated to the roof of the motel across the street. She didn't have a view of her prey's window, but at least she wouldn't have little ones poking rudely into her business.
After she'd been perched in her new eyrie for a few minutes, a nasty screaming car tore up the street. Two men jumped out and ran into the park, where a huge fuss was being made over the fallen child.
Geelie giggled.
It wasn't her fault the little one had fallen, but the look on its face when she'd revealed herself to it had been very funny.
