"There, that'll keep the foreigners out," said Ernie .
"Why do you want to do that?" said his friend Charles, "we were all foreigners once."
"Not from that country! Not those lowlifes from that country!"
"But how is this short fence - wide open in the middle - gonna keep anyone out?"
"You forget, everybody in that country is fat anymore."
"Oh yeah. Eating habits really have gone to hell in the United States."
I'm proud to say my eating habits are exemplary, if exemplary is slightly under one six pack of Coke a day. In any event, what isn't at all fat is the word count in my contribution to the Friday Fictioneers this week based on the picture prompt above, sveltly striding in at a paltry 75 words.
You'll find yourself in Fat City enjoying the lo-cal offerings of the other Friday Fictioneers by clicking above, as you choose, on either the words Fat City or lo-cal above.
"We've never had to put up a wall to keep our people in," said President Kennedy in one particularly memorable moment. And we don't have to. If folks around here get any fatter, pretty soon a speed bump will be enough to keep 'em well contained.