Is this even possible?

Can a dog sharper than a new pencil, a mother with a camera phone, and a child with the life force torqued high enough to conquer a whole city of inattentive adults...can these disparate brains and antagonistic appetites converge? There is a filament of will that extends invisibly with steel from the mother and knits these energies into a feral pastel tableau. Later dad will see the evidence upon the cell phone screen, and scratch himself discretely, too conscious of the dog needs that catapults him from his sleep each morning, too conscious of the intoxicating aroma of his wife's will, too conscious of his daughter's life force now launched like a green armada with pink sails against that silent nation, that future.