Baruch, Arthur, Gaius, Vello and David head out to sign up for the archery. Past Blatherskite Park and the Showgrounds, turn right down Illparpa Road to the Shooting Complex.
They stand in line to register.
It's forty five dollars per event, says Ross.
I presume bow and arrows are included, says The Velodrone, counting out his money.
No, says Ross. You have to bring your own.
We planned to enter the cycling, says David . As you see, three of us have bicycles.
Perhaps someone will do you a swap, says Ross, who likes to be helpful.
He turns on the loudspeaker and asks if anyone would like to swap.
A few interested people wander up.
Yeah, I'll swap, says one. That bike for my bow and arrows, for the afternoon.
Now Vello has a bow and several arrows.
You and Gaius can share mine, he says to David.
Good man, says David.
Baruch has brought his own.
Now everyone has registered but Arthur.
Have you got any ID? says Ross.
No, says Arthur.
Sorry mate, you look too young, says Ross. This is the Masters. You must be over thirty five.
That's never going to happen, says Arthur.
You can look after my picnic basket, Arthur, says Baruch. But don't let Ageless out.
Aren't you being rather mean? says David. Ageless Lobster is a friend of ours, you know.
He is no friend of mine, says Baruch. I consider him an addition to my lunch.
Muffled sounds rise from the depths of Baruch's picnic basket.
You see, says Baruch, an object can be conceived under various attributes. Friend; lunch. But never both at once.
I thought you said you wanted to teach him a lesson, says David.
And this is it, says Baruch Spinoza. God and nature are one and the same.
A modern view, observes The VeloDrone. How will he learn it if you eat him for lunch?
I get it, says Arthur.
Good lad! says Baruch Spinoza. Tell you what. Let's have our own contest. Arthur and me against you three. Whoever wins gets to do what they like with the lobster.
Hee hee! says The VeloDrone. Done! You've forgotten that Arthur can't shoot.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
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