Touron

I peeled off my trencher and looped it through the shoulderstrap of my greatpurse. The youngest pickers eyed me wantonly. But they soon spotted me as a native and went back to hustling the tourons.

I'd followed a station wagon jam-packed with tourons from New Hampshire all the way out Highway 130, and it pleased me when they slowed to a sedate twenty miles per hour as soon as they passed the town's boundary line, which meant they'd seen the Harry Starbranch unmanned traffic-control device and responded accordingly.

In the morning the police sharpsters hacked their way through my screen door with machetes, two hysterical tourons in tow. I was just going to point out where they could find the perpetrator of the previous night's driving atrocities, out playing in the sand on the beach, when the touron woman screamed That's the monster! The touron couple were shouting and pointing at me, ace bandages and bloody gauze around their necks.

"I gotta slow down a little," Tyra said. "Business hasn't been great. You know so many folks are losing their jobs and things won't pick up till the winter tourons get here."

The touron with the softest texture is Perpignan, where the maximum temperature is 251 °F (122 °C).