Two small boys tracked the line of workers trimming the palm trees. The men in green jumpsuits were staring up at the man-lift. The boys nodded at each other with tight-lipped smiles and started in motion. The slightly smaller of the boys unfolded the large package in his hand. He took out a gruesome mask–a green and red face, half pig and half monster. The mask had a tuft of black hair at the top. He pulled the rubber mask over his face, despite the August heat, and roared as he approached the first few workers. Large fronds fell around them and most of the men ignored the growling, staring right over the boy’s head at women passing by, or sometimes even glancing at their work. Finally a man near the middle, caught off guard, gave a small leap and a double-take on account of the costumed boy. His friend was delighted! He wanted a high five, but his friend’s mask blocked all peripheral vision and the celebration settled into a fist pump. Though they only came up to the elbows of the men chopping the palm trees, the boys rushed away triumphant, as though they could have done the job without the lift.