Buster's Cruelty: A Fictional Narrative

The ducks were quacking up a storm. A trio of them took to the air, in a noisy feather flurry. They flew over Christopher’s head, quacking loudly as they went, while the rest ran all over the park as if being chased by an unruly kid.
Next came a series of loud pops, followed by the clown’s angry shouts.
“Hey kid!” the clown shouted, dropping a hand full of popped balloons to the ground. “You are going to pay for that!”
But before he could give chase, the clown’s attention was taken up by a little girl, who looked up at him with tear covered eyes. She held up a few pieces of red balloons. “My reindeer, can you fix it?”
The clown laughed a silly laugh, the kind that makes you want to laugh along and squeezed his nose, which squeaked loudly. With a grand gesture, like the magicians make when they are about to

Valdez wasn’t looking. Finding Christopher there was just a bonus in Buster’s mind.
Buster laughed and taunted Mr. Valdez as he gave him the run around, singing, “Nana! Nana! nanaaa! You can’t catch me!”
Mr. Valdez tried to grab a hold of Buster, but he wasn’t as quick as in his young days. Buster flung the tacos over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out.
He circled back to the taco cart and rounded up on Christopher, who took a step back, ready to run. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the snowman!” he sneered, leaning closer to Christopher. “Up for a taco run?” he asked between giggles.
Before Christopher could say a word, Buster reached over and yanked Christopher’s glasses off his face. He ran his greasy fingers all over them, while dancing out of Christopher’s reach.
Buster’s fingers were greasier than usual, they dripped with taco sauce, cheese and beans, leaving a sticky, nasty mess on Christopher’s lenses.
Pleased with his handy work, he tossed the glasses into the air.
Christopher blindly grabbed them and putting them on, started to step away from Buster.
“I’m not done with you snowboy!” Buster shouted, going after