I am particularly fond of this one. I love the vacant expression on the pitcher’s face, as well as his cheerfully apathetic technique. Ella herself understands the seriousness of the situation and braces for impact with the pasta ball. An onlooker, shielding himself, provides commentary and the concluding necessary portion of the palindrome as the sun shines benevolently (?). How the game was organized and what the rules are, indeed how the whole scenario came to be, is left to the viewer to untangle.