All Mr. Winkie's Children

 These are some of Mr. Winkie's children.  It gets pretty cold at night, so some of them make do with cardboard boxes.  Some of them, rumor has it, are invited in to hooches by lonely hooch-dwellers.  And every once in a while, one will sneak into the apartment buildings  when a door is left open just a second too long.

Mr. Winkie himself seems to have come down with a bad case of bronchitis or something.  Except for when it snowed, the air this winter has been harsh and gritty and rasping on the lungs; nearly everyone has a cold or a respiratory ailment of some sort.  A few mornings ago Mr. Winkie himself was honking loudly near the coffee shop, looking even grouchier and more miserable and closer to death's door than he usually does.  Life has been hard on Mr. Winkie, so one mustn't begrudge him the occasional fling with the ladies.