No Coconuts

They stop to buy apples in Nyngan.

Mega expensive! says Sweezus, coming back to the camper, with a bag of four apples.

We'll eat them one half at a time, says Gaius.

Like, half each? says Sweezus.

No, quarter each, says Gaius. Then the other half later.

The other half'll go brown, says Sweezus.

Brown won't hurt you, says Gaius.

Not if it's a mushroom, says Sweezus.

What are you talking about? asks Gaius.

Portobello mushrooms, says Sweezus.

They would be even more expensive here, says Gaius.

Or coconuts, says Sweezus.

The sooner we get to Dubbo the better, says Gaius. This foolish talk of coconuts....

Okay, says Sweezus. Dubbo, no coconuts.

Can I play? asks Terence.

It's not really a game, says Sweezus.

Naming brown things, says Roo-kai.

Poo! says Terence.

Food only, says Sweezus.

That's not fair, says Terence. Roo-kai said things.

Okay, says Sweezus. Your turn Gaius.

Soil, says Gaius. Earthworms eat it.

Brilliant, says Sweezus. Roo-kai, you next.

Mud, says Roo-kai.

That's like soil, says Sweezus.

But wet, says Roo-kai. I should know. 

It looked black, says Terence.

What did? asks Sweezus.

The mud Quarz fell into, says Terence.

Only because it was night, says Roo-kai. It'll be brown this morning.

There is something about saying it'll be brown this morning that changes everyone's thinking.

Yes, thinks Sweezus. The endless cycle of brown days and black nights. What a headfuck.

Yes, thinks Gaius. A puzzle for future geologists. Or not, as the case may be.

Yes, thinks Roo-kai. I may even have pushed him down further. I regret that.

Black, brown.....We should play I spy next, thinks Terence.