Falcon was her name and she was quite the bird of prey, sashaying past her adolescent admirers from one anchor store to another, past the kiosks where earrings longed to lie upon her lobes and sunglasses hoped to nestle on her nose, seemingly the beginning of a beatiful friendship with whomsoever caught the eye of the mall tease, Falcon. Jay Dardenne, 2005 Vile Puns Winner of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.