Sartre, Terence and Prong have found a fish shop.
They stop, and look through the window.
Fresh fish, dried fish, and stacks of tins of sardines.
Perfect! says Prong.
What's perfect? asks Sartre.
A tin of sardines is perfect for a cement pelican, says Prong.
I don't follow your reasoning, says Sartre.
Two hard things, says Prong.
What are they? asks Terence.
The tin and the pelican, says Prong.
I thought you meant hard things, says Terence.
They are hard things, says Prong.
I thought you meant different hard things, says Terence.
Like what? asks Prong.
You're the one who said it! says Terence.
Difficult things, says Sartre. But let us go into the fish shop.
They go into the fish shop.
Hola, senor, chico y pajáro! says the fish shop guy.
Hola, says Sartre. Perhaps you can help us. What fish do pelicans like?
Why don't you ask your pajáro, says the fish guy.
He is looking at Prong.
It's a cement pelican, says Prong. So I don't really know.....
Maybe I know, says Terence.
Of course, says Sartre. You're of the same substance.
What is this substace? asks the fish guy.
Cement, I believe, says Sartre. Although you'd hardly credit it.
What does that mean? asks Terence.
You seem very flexible, says Sartre. But there'll be certain qualities you share with the pelican.
Yes! says Terence. We're two hard things.
This is getting nowhere, says Sartre. I'll just take a tin of your best sardines.
Ciertamente, senor, says the fish guy.
He goes to the window and takes a tin from the top of the pile.
Sartre pays for it.
Adiós, senor, says the fish guy.
Adiós, says Sartre.
He and Terence and Prong leave the shop.
Will the pelican eat the whole tin? asks Terence.
That's the beauty of this purchase, replies Sartre.
It will be up to him.
