He Only Knows Thrusting

Are we walking? asks the pebble.

No, we're on bikes, says Sweezus. You can go in my pocket.

Then I won't be able to direct you, says the pebble.

What do you suggest? asks Sweezus.

Up to you, says the pebble.

I can ride and hold a pebble, says Arthur.

Yeah? says Sweezus. Have a practice first.

This is nice of Sweezus. He doesn't want Arthur to fall off his bike out here far from anywhere.

Arthur has a practice first.

He wobbles. Rights himself. Wobbles.

No, says Sweezus. I don't think it's safe.

Arthur can be a problem solver if he wants to. He places the pebble between his teeth.

This is good, says the pebble. (Or Arthur).

Off they go, in a southerly direction, Arthur leading with the pebble in his mouth.

It has not occurred to Sweezus this is even more dangerous.

Over there! ( says the pebble in the mouth of Arthur).

Cool, says Sweezus. The famous Lineament.

Yes, my comfy home ( says pebble-Arthur).

Geology is mega-cool, says Sweezus. I should have studied harder.

What's to know? says pebble-Arthur.

Why it looks like that, says Sweezus. All this-way and that-way.

Good description, says pebble-Arthur. In fact it was formed by two folding events.

What were they? asks Sweezus.

He may regret asking this question.

And so may Arthur, who needs to swallow.

The first event, (says pebble-Arthur), produced a schistose axial planar fabric and isoclinal folds synchronous with thrusting.

Sweezus thinks about these interesting words. He hardly knows any of them. Except thrusting.

The second deformation (continues pebble-Arthur) produced a coarser schistosity and tighter isoclinal folds.

At this point Arthur decides to spit the pebble. It lands upon a meta-sedimentary composition, upside down.

What happened to the pebble? asks Sweezus.

It's somewhere down there, says Arthur.

With all the others, says Sweezus.

What do we do now? says Arthur.

Dunno, says Sweezus. Head off back to Green Point I suppose.

The pebble turns slowly, slowly, assessing his upside down home.

He begins the long process of righting himself.

This will take aeons.

Welcome back, says (you guessed it) no one, because pebbles don't think in that way...........