Run, Ming, Run

Ming fondly remembers the halcyon days of his youth when generous relatives would cheerfully give him sharp objects while telling little Ming to run home as fast as he could go. A kindly Fong would always keep him well supplied with plastic garment bags with which he was encouraged to play house. He was even allowed, nay, goaded to cross busy thoroughfares at will. It is all clear now that Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos were saving Ming for Dendreon's approval by the FDA. He only hopes his luck holds out long enough to see it happen.