The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with exactly the same camera, framing, lamppost, wall, window, awning, light rain and grey light, and the woman at the café table on the right with the black cloud above her. A moment later the big pot-bellied street sweeper has fallen off the lamppost and the man has caught him: the man now stands under the lamppost holding the heavy sweeper in his arms like a bride, one arm under the sweeper's knees and one behind his back, the man's knees slightly bent under the weight, his face calm and dignified, one eyebrow raised. The sweeper lies in his arms with his boots dangling, his fur hat still on, his hands clasped on his belly, blinking up at the man, deeply touched, a tear in his eye, his walrus moustache trembling. Behind the man's legs on the left, the little girl and the old lady peek out, amazed. Each person has exactly two arms and two hands. No broom. No text, no letters.
