The wheel spokes of the bike kept turning as it lay upended on the street; a dog stood nearby and watched it spin. The café owner watched too as amber colored onions rolled down along the pavement having been released from the orange-colored string sack as it crashed against the ground. A man with a white moustache wearing a green coat watched them go. The dog had leaned against the parked bike which caused it to topple forward and the load to drop down. Whining, the dog flinches as another onion is pelted at him, the man in green picks up his bike and walks away, the café owner closes shut his door.

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