He had never seen anything like it, not in his 20 years of teaching.
“No, no, Sally. You’re supposed to slow traffic,” he said, his legs dangling from the stoplight where he perched.
“Sorry!” She stuck her tongue out, trying to concentrate on the yellow car that was hitting all the green lights at exactly the right time. “It’s too hard to make them go red!”
She shook her head and focused on a tabby instead. It walked into the intersection and four cars swerved to miss the suddenly blank-eyed stray.
“Good girl,” said the traffic devil. “Now let’s move on to highways.”