Saint Roley flies overhead, one eye on the ocean.
Arthur and Gaius pass through Normanville, Wirrina Cove, Second Valley.
Terence is in Arthur's back pack with the jar of smoked oysters.
His head's sticking out. He can see Gaius's back pack from there.
The top is half open
Sometimes Ronnie appears and sinks down again.
Sometimes the turnip.
What's going on?
Saint Roley might know.
Terence signals Saint Roley, who does a slow bird dive.
What? asks Saint Roley.
See them? says Terence. Why are they doing it?
Saint Roley hadn't noticed anything.
Now he does.
Ask them, says Terence.
Who shall I ask first? asks Saint Roley.
The turnip, says Terence. It talks more.
This may have been true once, now it isn't.
Let's go back in time, forty five minutes.
Deep in Gaius's back pack:
Ronnie: Why is it so stuffy?
Turnip: Underpants.
Ronnie: O!
Turnip: He changed them.
Ronnie: So these are the used ones!
Turnip: We need air. We must use some momentum.
Ronnie: I'm a pencil. I don't have momentum.
Turnip: Nor do I. But the back pack has momentum.
Ronnie: Yes it does!
Turnip: We'll work together and use the momentum.
Ronnie: Right. Go!
It takes forty five minutes to perfect the bouncing rotations.
Forty five minutes later, (or now):
Saint Roley flies down to ask his question.
The turnip explains the dilemma and its solution.
Which we know already.
(due to the break in the space-time continuum)
Saint Roley understands momentum.
Terence doesn't. But the motivation....he gets.
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
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