I saw them getting very near, just over the Graveyard of Gay Guys, and decide to either turn sharply downward or circle the plaza.
The first one to dive hesitated then dropped her shiv egg in the second tureen.
She turned sharply upward as the splash skidded across the first row of rubber and umbrellas. The crowd did little more than gasp. There was a drunken catcall from among the sidewalk tables set up behind the bars set out from the sidewalk and the shops. "Shills!"
Soon there were so many K's circling the plaza that it looked like a solid wall of scale and pynco-fur was undulating in place.
Another K dove for the second pool, and the splash was slightly different, enough to send a tiny dot of molten matter onto the bare forearm of a tourist in a parti-colored hat. At first she shrieked, but realizing her fortune, laughed just as loudly, then shrieked and sobbed, than laughed, maniacally, again and again as the spec burned more deeply into her flesh. It would only turn out to be a tiny chunk of coal.
The next K knocked over the first bowl with its dew claw and sent a mob of worshipers scrambling for higher ground.
The sight of it drove some of the K's mad, and they began to swoop at the fleke pilgrims on the broken tureen scaffolding, themselves out of their minds with religious fervor.
Eat me first! Eat me first, I say! screamed a man in a suit from the highest point of the wreckage. A very skinny K dove right at him, scooping him up in her jaws like a rabbit and hurling him high into the air before catching him behind her with her feet, impaling him with six of her eight back claws. She took a lap around the plaza, squeezing her toes and splurting the crowd with blood from her prize before before soaring off to a nest, presumably.
I can't yet produce a shiv egg, so I kept circling high above the rest, thinking of Jan and his stonecakes.