Earning A Horse

Breakfast, in the camper.

Gaius has found a large plate.

On it, he has placed slices of carrot, avocado and banana, in a concentric arrangement.

Awesome, says Sweezus. Did you buy any bread?

No! says Gaius. I didn't think to.

I'll get some, says Arthur.

He steps out of the camper.

Wittgenstein steps in, with the pot of pennyroyal, followed by Unhappy.

A somewhat straggly specimen, says Gaius. But I suppose it will do. 

Woof! says Unhappy. I'm better!

He claims to feel better, says Wittgenstein.

Excellent, says Gaius. 

But he has to wear it in his ears, says Terence. You said so.

It would be advisable, says Gaius. Perhaps you would do the honours.

What does that mean? asks Terence.

Stick some behind his ears, says Sweezus.

The assistant at the plant nursery suggested a garland, says Wittgenstein.

I'll help you, says Sweezus, He pulls off a few sprigs of pennyroyal.

The whole camper smells minty.

Do it like this, says Sweezus, twisting the sprigs of pennyroyal into a shape with two ear holes.

Wah! wails Terence. I was supposed to do it! 

Never mind, says Wittgenstein. I have a job for you. And if you do it, there will be a reward.

Yes! cries Terence. Will it be a horse?

It will relate to a horse, says Wittgenstein. 

What do I have to do? asks Terence.

Pick all the dog hairs off the passenger seat of the Mazda, says Wittgenstein.

For a horse? says Terence.

Wait and see, says Wittgenstein.

Come on! says Terence.

Give me the keys, says Sweezus. I'll take him.

Wittgenstein gives Sweezus the keys to the Mazda.

A horse! A horse! sings Terence.

That's not what he said, little buddy, says Sweezus. 

He opens the door of the Mazda.

That's a shitload of dog hairs! says Sweezus.

Terence starts picking away at the dog hairs. He throws the picked-off ones behind him.

They float in the air lightly.

Some of them float back into the Mazda and land on the driver's seat. 

Stop, says Sweezus. You're making it worse. 

Arthur comes by, with a loaf of bread he has obtained by some means.

Want some? says Arthur.

Yeah, thanks bro, says Sweezus. 

They get into the Mazda.

They sit in the Mazda, on the dog hairs, eating bread, dropping breadcrumbs.

Why are you out here? asks Arthur.

Earning a horse, says Terence. But you don't make it easy.