Soon Be The Sun

Sweezus sits up from his rolling position.

Good potato, says Sweezus.

Too bad we have to paint over it, says Ageless.

Because we need two potatoes, says Terence.

The same size, says Ageless.

We had a small one and a big one, says Terence.

And I painted over the small one, says Ageless.

And we had to wait till it dried, says Terence.

So now what? asks Sweezus.

Now I draw two potatoes, says Terence.

On top of that one? asks Sweezus.

I'll blur the edges, says Ageless. No one will know it started off as a larger potato.

But it will still be two potatoes inside a thing with blurred edges, says Sweezus.

They have to be inside something, says Ageless.

The sun! says Terence.

Yeah, says Sweezus. The sun's kind of blurry.

Are we agreed then? asks Ageless. 

Yes! says Terence. Shall I start drawing?

The sooner the better, says Ageless. 

Terence draws two potatoes inside the large one that will soon be the sun.

Arthur comes over to see how the potato is going.

Three potatoes? says Arthur.

One's a sun, says Sweezus. Ageless is blurring the edges.

Pity no one's going to see them, says Arthur.

Why? asks Terence.

Because they're on the back of the florin, says Arthur.

Terence had not thought of that.

You can turn around once or twice, says Sweezus. 

But there'd have to be a reason, says  Arthur. 

Dancing! says Terence.

If Vello will let you, says Arthur. 

Why wouldn't he? asks Sweezus.

He won't let me use my own poem, says Arthur.

Has he written a new one? asks Sweezus.

No, says Arthur. He's picked an old one, that goes: It is an ancient mariner, and he stoppeth one of three...

Classy! says Ageless. 

Who asked you? says Arthur.

Sweezus remembers it from English at school. 

All of it? asks Sweezus.

No just up to 'wherefore stopp'st thou me', says Arthur.

Lucky! says Sweezus.

Which makes Arthur feel a bit better.

Ageless returns to his painting.

Two potatoes, bright yellow, enclosed by a large blurry sun.