Childhood Innocence

"Where's your gift of childhood innocence?" a young boy asks you one evening. "Is it locked away, never to be let out? How about we play a game where you are the robber, and I am the cop? I will chase you into the party where you will hide the innocence. If I find it, then you must let it out." You agree to do this. And so, you walk into the party. The smells of champagne and helium are in the air. You're wife asks about where you wandered off to. You tell her that you went out for cigarettes, even though you don't smoke. Suddenly, you are drawn to the painting of a bird your wife bought from a flea market. The bird is being fed by the boy you just talked to. "Henry!" your wife yells at you. "What are you doing staring at the painting? Don't you see we have guests here waiting to hear about your trip to San Francisco?" You continue ignoring her as the boy feeding the bird changes into a cop.