Disentanglements

How will I get the froth into the Tic Tac box? wonders Terence.

I know! Poke it in with a stick!

He stops to look for one.

He sees a brown patch of seaweed nearby, with sticking out bits.

He heads towards it, although it's not sticks. 

The seaweed is a tangle of rubbery polyps and dried sea grass.

The dried sea grass looks stiff.

He pulls at a strand. The whole edifice comes with it.

Okay, says Terence. You're coming.

He drags it back to Kant.

Guess what? says Terence.

You have brought me some seaweed, says Kant. 

Not you, says Terence. This is to poke the froth into the box.

You've brought a good deal of it, says Kant.

I only had one hand, says Terence. And the seaweed was all stuck together.

Why only one hand? asks Kant.

Terence wonders if Kant is all there.

The other hand is the one he's holding the froth in.

He opens his other hand. But...wah!

Where is it?  All that's left is a dirty grey smear.

What's happened? asks Terence. 

Not that he thinks Kant will know.

Froth is made of bubbles, says Kant. And all your activity has caused them to burst, I imagine.

Bubbles? says Terence.

Yes, says Kant, but there is plenty more froth at the water's edge. Go and collect some. Meanwhile I'll disentangle the seaweed and find the best stick.

A good plan. Maybe Kant is not all that stupid. 

Terence runs off.

Kant begins to disentangle the seaweed.

The thing is to choose a piece that is stiff enough and thin enough to fit though the Tic Tac box hole.

He combs through the seaweed and discovers a fine string of polyps. He pops one.

It reminds him of the story of Arthur's pustule and the glass shard inside it. 

Truly, not only does every object have its own rich story, but the stories are interconnected.

He pops another one. 

A thin stream salt water squirts into his eye.