Schrodinger's Fly

Sweezus has arrived at a dry part of the parklands.

There are gum nuts and pine cones, on the ground.

He knows very little about seeds, being a creative person.

Sweezus looks at Baby Pierre.

What about these? asks Sweezus. 

I think you have to burn them, says Baby Pierre.

No, says Terence. A parrot has to eat them.

No time, says Sweezus. We need fast sprouters.

And now a coincidence happens.

Vello and David cycle towards them on electric bikes.

They stop. 

Finished handing out flyers? asks Vello. How did it go?

Great, says Sweezus. Arthur helped me. He reckons everyone that took one is coming.

Excellent, says David. And why do you have a handful of gum nuts?

No reason, says Sweezus, dropping the gum nuts.

We're collecting them, says Terence. Arthur's giving them out at the end. But not these ones.

I know nothing of this, says Vello.

It sounds like a good idea, though, says David.

Yeah, but I can't find good seeds, says Sweezus.

There are seeds everywhere, says David. Every suburban street is bristling with agapanthi. The seeds are a doddle to collect, and you'd be doing all pedestrians a favour.

Cool, says Sweezus.

Where is Arthur? asks Vello.

He's with T S Eliot, says Sweezus.

T S Eliot? says David. Isn't he speaking at Writer's Week this afternoon?

He gave me a peach, says Terence. It had a fly in it.

You don't know that, says Sweezus. The fruit fly officer was going to destroy it.

What a shame, says David.

Yes, says Terence. I LOVED that fly.

You didn't even see it, says Sweezus.

Schrodinger's fruit fly, says Vello. Was it or wasn't it?

What? asks Terence.

Dead, says Vello.

Doesn't it have to exist first? asks David,

Pedant, says Vello. Shall we head off to the Pioneer Women's Memorial Gardens?

Let's, says David. 

They cycle off, electrically, David calling over his shoulder at Sweezus: Agapanthi!

Do you realise, says Vello. That if Arthur gives out free agapanthus seeds at the end of our performance, and some people plant them in that strip between their front fence and the footpath, it will be even more difficult for pedestrians to walk freely in in their local area next year, and whose fault that will be?

But David, who is perfectly capable of following complex lines of reasoning, pretends that he doesn't.