Ageless tows the Nachoo past several rocks.
He stops towing.
Carl-Botanist emerges from the Nachoo.
Now what? asks Carl-Botanist.
Go ashore and do some fast botany, says Ageless. I'll wait here.
Carl-Botanist hesitates.
Why do you hesitate? asks Ageless.
You could help me, says Carl-Botanist.
No. I need to relax after all that towing, says Ageless.
Okay, says Carl-Botanist.
If Jean-Botanist could do fast botany on his own, so can Carl-Botanist.
He swims to the shore and makes his way over the sand to a bush.
Now what? wonders Carl-Botanist.
You again! says the bush. Did you show someone the seeds?
I'm not Jean-Botanist. I'm Carl Botanist, says Carl-Botanist.
Do you know Jean-Botanist? asks the bush.
Yes, says Carl-Botanist.
Are you brothers? asks the bush.
What are brothers? asks Carl-Botanist.
Usually emus, says the bush. But I suppose botanists can have brothers.
Can seeds have brothers? asks Carl-Botanist.
That's an intelligent question, to which I don't know the answer, says the bush
I thought a bush would know the answer, says Carl-Botanist.
A bush might, says the bush. But I'm an emu.
The emu pokes his head though the bush.
Yikes! says Carl-Botanist. I've wasted my time on an emu.
Not necessarily, says the emu. I helped Jean-Botanist. I could help you.
How? asks Carl-Botanist.
He wanted seeds, says the emu. Do you want some?
Not the same ones as him, says Carl-Botanist.
He wanted saltbush seeds, says the emu. This is an acacia.
What is? asks Carl-Botanist.
This bush is, says the emu.
Carl-Botanist can hear Ageless shouting.
Time's up!
Give me three, please, says Carl-Botanist.
The emu spits three seeds at him.
Carl-Botanist rolls them down the sand to the Nachoo.
As he rolls he tries to remember the name of the bush the seeds came from.
Acacia!
Easy to remember.
It sounds like a sneeze.
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