"Darling Inedible." He saw it printed medium-sized on the trash can. A happy accident of brand-naming and fastidious categorization, and it was one that made the boy laugh aloud. The strangers all around soon shared in this glee. It was not long before a feather boa was draped ceremoniously atop the unsuspecting receptacle, to christen the new personality by its happenstance title. Darling Inedible. And when the festivities were over, the would-be patrons discarded their rubbish in the gaping maw of their self-appointed and temporary idol.