The Twerk of Time

A young man wearing a baseball uniform walks down the side walk as a young boy sat on a bench, his father inside a convenient store, stopping before the kid he looked to the distance. Soon he crouched, hands to his knees with butt extended. He then began to move his rear up and down, steadily building momentum as he moved. His ass soon became a blur as lightning crackled around him, a gurgling sound hit his stomach before a loud rip sounded; he had farted. The fart still sounding as his eyes closed in joy of his release before vanishing before the kid's eyes.