My Ear's the winner, says Alfonse.
You haven't heard mine yet, says Terence.
That's right, says Louisa. Give our Ear a chance.
Give us a minute, says Terence's Ear.
Yes, give us a minute, says Terence.
Terence takes his Ear to the steps of the lighthouse.
What's the problem? asks Terence.
We need to talk tactics, says the Ear.
Okay, says Terence. What tactics?
Long words or short? asks the Ear.
Both, says Terence. Go for it.
He comes back with his Ear.
Everyone is waiting.
Terence's Ear speaks:
Initially, the cliff face was inaccessible by land, so a jetty was constructed at Weir Cove, one mile north of here. Stores were carried up a zigzag path hewn into the rock face, until a flying fox became operative.
Yay! says Terence. A flying fox! We're the winner!
What's the flying fox got to do with it? asks Alfonse.
Solving the problem, says Terence. It flew backwards and forwards, carrying the nails and cement.
You don't even know what a flying fox is, says Alfonse. You think it's a bat.
No he doesn't, says Terence's Ear. He knows it's a cable and pulley.
Do I? says Terence.
With a basket attached, says the Ear. If the lighthouse keeper's wife wanted to go shopping, she could get into the basket and ride all the way down to the jetty.
What if she got stuck half way? asks Alfonse.
That happened, says the Ear. She had to swing in the air in the basket for HOURS.
How terrifying, says Louisa.
No one liked her, says the Ear. She had a sharp tongue.
Good story, says Alfonse. How about saying we both won?
Yes, we both won, says Terence. It's my orange peel anyway.
Want to swap? asks Alfonse.
No way, says Terence. Mine's the best. It knows long words like circumference. And oracular.
Auricular, says Terence's Ear.
Three cheers for the Auricles! says Alfonse's Ear.
The Ears are now best of friends.
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