Blue Fairies Bad Rubbles

Baby Pierre tries to match his speed to that of Gaius and Freud, whose wheels are of greater circumference.

It's hard to do, but it's worth it.

They speak of intellectual things.

Freud: There it is! The old Kyeema Prison.

Gaius: How pleasant it must have been for the prisoners, out here in the country.

Baby Pierre: Were they all small?

Freud: Why do you ask that?

Baby Pierre: Because they lived in a chimney.

Freud: No, that chimney is all that's left of the prison.

Gaius: Funny, how a chimney remains when the rest of the structure has crumbled.

Freud: There will be reasons for that.

Baby Pierre: The small prisoners were the bad ones?

Freud: I was thinking of other reasons. The strength of the chimney. The thieving of stones.

Baby Pierre: I bet there are still little thieves in the chimney.

Freud: I bet there aren't. But go and have a look if you want to.

They stop.

Baby Pierre cycles over the grass to the chimney, crushing several species of native orchid under his wheels.

Gaius: Tut! He's squashing native orchids. How careless.

Freud: You have sharp eyes. It looks like normal grass to me.

Gaius: Aha, let me show you. These are diuris pardina,or Leopard Orchids. The blue ones are pheladenia deformis, otherwise known as Blue Fairies.

Freud: The flat ones.

Gaius: Yes, of course normally they exhibit three dimensions.

Freud: These would be easier to draw.

Gaius: Good point. Unfortunately I find myself once again without a pencil.

Freud: You need a right hand man.

Gaius: Kong Fu-Zi kindly offered to fulfil the role, but he is not reliable. You know he dropped my knife down a mine shaft?

Freud: Hmm. Pencil, knife......you seem obsessed by long thin pointed objects.... have  you ever considered analysis?

Gaius: I have one word to say to that. Balls!

Baby Pierre ( coming back from the chimney ): It's full of bad people! I told you! Piles and piles of bad rubbles!

Freud: You see. You have proved to your own satisfaction that your theory was the correct one.

Baby Pierre (failing to spot the irony): Serves them right!