On Some Level Related

Terence is bored. 

Play with the Charitchi, says Louisa.

No, says Terence. It doesn't need me.

He stomps outside, into the garden.

Kicks a few rocks, which Carol had been using as borders.

Ouch! Bumhole! Now he's lost his big toe.

He runs inside to tell Gaius.

Gaius is in the kitchen, washing dishes. 

What is it? asks Gaius.

My big toe fell off! wails Terence. 

There'll be some fish glue in my backpack, says Gaius. Where's the toe now?

Terence doesn't know where the toe is.

What's happened? asks Louisa, coming in with more dishes. 

Terence has lost his toe in the garden, says Gaius. 

So, Terence! says Louisa. The bad luck you wished Sweezus has come back to bite you. 

Then what use is bad luck? wonders Terence.

Gaius takes Terence outside.

We'll find it, says Gaius. Where were you when it fell off?

Here, says Terence. Or there, maybe.

Gaius starts looking, among Carol's rocks. 

Saint Roley lands in the garden.

Hey! Guess what? says Terence. 

What? asks Saint Roley.

I lost my big toe, says Terence. 

Life is seldom fair, says Saint Roley. Lobsters eat other lobsters.. 

Those things are unrelated, says Gaius.

All things are on some level related, says Saint Roley. Is this small knobbish piece of cement the toe in question?

It might be related, says Terence.

It seems a safe answer.

Gaius takes it as a yes.

Soon Terence is inside on the sofa, waiting for the fish glue to dry.

He is bored. He uncovers the Charitchi.

You made this happen says Terence. My toe fell off because I was bored and I was bored because ....hey! why are you riding a lobster?

You wished it, says the Charitchi.