Saturday, August 24, 2024

The Red Fox

Pablo is on the lookout for Baby Pierre.

He may try to join the Vuelta up here on the Sierra de Cazorla.

Ben O'Connor pedals by, in the red jersey.

Hola, Ben! says Pablo. Finished your poem?

Pfft, says Ben O'Connor. Gotta finish this race first.

Really? says Pablo. I find I get my best inspiration while pedalling. The beautiful nature provides me with metaphors

Guess we're different, says Ben O'Connor.

I heard Baby Pierre is joining the Vuelta, says Pablo.

Shit! says Ben O'Connor. That's all I need.

He pedals harder, keeping an eye out for pebbles.

With a frog! shouts Pablo.

What's this? asks Primoz Roglic riding up from behind.

Nothing, says Pablo. Just my poem.

I thought your poem was about strands of white clouds, says Roglic.

There's a frog in it too, says Pablo.

Wish I had your imagination, says Roglic.

Wish I had your legs, says Pablo.

Roglic continues up the steep slopes of the Cazorla.

He passes Ben O'Connor and focuses on beating Enric Mas.

He succeeds, winning stage 8 of the Vuelta.

It is only now that he allows himself to think about his poem.

It hasn't been going too well.

Perhaps he should think about adding a frog to the mixture.

A frog from Slovenia.

But no. He does not wish to look like he copied Pablo Neruda.

A red fox might be better. 

He stands on the podium scanning the crowd.

Of course Baby Pierre is not there.

 

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