Can I try it out first? asks Holy Spitball.
But it's tied to my leg, says Prong.
So I see, says Holy Spitball. But you could untie it.
No I couldn't, says Prong. Nor could you. It takes fingers.
All right, says Holy Spitball. Let's get this thing started.
You fly down and distract the Virgin, says Prong. When she's distracted, give me a signal.
Okay, says Holy Spitball. I'm going now. Mind my bear.
Aren't you going to take it? asks Prong.
No, it's wedged, says Holy Spitball.
Accidentally? asks Prong.
On purpose, says Holy Spitball. But you see why I'll need a rope in the future.
Not really, says Prong.
To give it more freedom, says Holy Spitball.
Oh, yes, says Prong.
She imagines the normal bear swinging from a branch of the cypress.
A happy existence.
Keep your eyes peeled, says Holy Spitball. I'm about to descend.
He descends to the head of a lamb, near the Virgin.
Hello, Holy, says the Virgin.
Hello yourself, says Holy Spitball.
Any news from the Vuelta? asks the Virgin.
Haven't you heard? asks Holy Spitball.
No one tells me anything, says the Virgin.
Matthew Brennan has now won four stages, says Holy Spitball.
Has something happened to Tadej Pogacar? asks the Virgin.
Don't you KNOW? asks Holy Spitball. He crashed out last week. Concussion and broken clavicle.
What a dreadful tragedy! says the Virgin. I must tell Saint Joseph.
Yes, you do that, says Holy Spitball. And I'll mind your baby. Ooh, hello little fuzzball, it's me!.
Don't call him that, says the Virgin.
She gets up stiffly, and moves towards the Faith Portico, where Saint Joseph is working.
Holy Spitball gives the signal to Prong.......
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