Let me in, says Freud, rattling the door handle.
No, says Baby Pierre.
Then you wash the curtains, says Freud.
No, says Baby Pierre.
Do you want to talk about this? says Freud, putting down his paint gun, and wiping his face with his hankie.
Baby Pierre sticks his head out of the window.
One word, says Baby Pierre.
What is it? says Freud, getting out his psychoanalysis notebook.
Sorry, says Baby Pierre.
Apology accepted, says Freud. Let me in.
No, says Baby Pierre. YOU have to say it.
Terence is trying to follow the way this is going. Is somebody winning? Hard to tell.
It's not like at home with Saint Joseph.
Try asking him for an apology!
Hoo hoo! All you'd get is a whack with a chainsaw.
Freud gives up trying to get in through the side door.
He gets in at the front.
Yes, a bit of intelligence, and some lateral thinking. That's all it takes really.
Terence files this in his memory bank: One door shuts, and another door opens.
He wonders if Sweezus knows that.
Of course he does! What Terence knows, Sweezus knows. Unless he's forgotten.
And also, thinks Terence, I am less fond of birds, since the Parrot betrayed us.
...........
( a few seconds, while Freud adjusts the rear vision mirror ).
Freud ( turning round in the driver's seat ): Green Flash, you might like to know.....
Baby Pierre: You cheated.
Freud: It's not cheating to get in the front. It's common sense. And you might like to know.....
Baby Pierre: What might I?
Freud: That your nose is bright orange.
Baby Pierre: That's your fault.
Freud: Here, use my hankie.
Baby Pierre: Is it stinky?
Freud: No, just salty.
Baby Pierre (wiping his nose): Now it's all orange.
Freud: It needs a wash anyway. Now do up your seat belts. We're going.
Yay! cries Baby Pierre.
Yay! cries Terence, highly impressed by his first encounter with psychoanalysis.
Because it's over and everyone's happy.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
The Balance Of Power Sets In
Is it Pee Pee Pee? asks Terence, paint brush poised to begin.
Yes, affirms Freud.
Just checking, says Terence.
It's rude, says Baby Pierre.
It's not rude, says Freud.
So, says Terence, it's not Pee Pee Pee. Because that's rude, actually.
This is ruder, says Baby Pierre. Pi Pi Pi
Just do three Ps, says Freud.
I'll do them, says Baby Pierre. Give me the paintbrush.
He grabs the paintbrush from Terence. He writes:
Pi Pi Pi.
No! says Freud. Is that what you were saying?
It's French, says Baby Pierre. I write it the French way.
Baby Pierre is stretching the truth just a little. He doesn't know French.
P P P, says Freud. Standing for 'Popup Paintball and Pedal'.
What about Po? mutters Terence.
Freud loses his patience.
Get into the van, says Freud. I'll do it myself.
It's dark in the van, and smells fishy.
Eeuuw, says Terence. It stinks in here.
It must have been a food van, says Baby Pierre. A fish and chips one.
Pooh! says Terence. Pooh, pooh!
Baby Pierre explodes into giggles. That's so funny!
You're funny, says Baby Pierre.
So are you, says Terence. Let's open a window.
They climb onto a bench top, which looks like part of a kitchen.
Huh! says Baby Pierre. Lift me up. I'll undo this thingy.
Terence lifts Baby Pierre.
Baby Pierre unlatches the window.
Zhoong! The window shoots up, just as Freud is pointing his paint gun at the words Pi Pi Pi.
Pwoooosh! Orange paint sprays all over the curtains, and through the gap, onto Baby Pierre's nose.
Shut that window! says Freud. Look what you've made me do now!
The Green Flashes gasp.
They never expected to hear that sort of unfair reverse accusation from the professor.
Baby Pierre jumps down from the bench and locks the door of the van from the inside.
I've locked him out, says Baby Pierre.
Now what? says Terence.
We demand an apology, says Baby Pierre.
Terence is silent.
The balance of power sets in.
Yes, affirms Freud.
Just checking, says Terence.
It's rude, says Baby Pierre.
It's not rude, says Freud.
So, says Terence, it's not Pee Pee Pee. Because that's rude, actually.
This is ruder, says Baby Pierre. Pi Pi Pi
Just do three Ps, says Freud.
I'll do them, says Baby Pierre. Give me the paintbrush.
He grabs the paintbrush from Terence. He writes:
Pi Pi Pi.
No! says Freud. Is that what you were saying?
It's French, says Baby Pierre. I write it the French way.
Baby Pierre is stretching the truth just a little. He doesn't know French.
P P P, says Freud. Standing for 'Popup Paintball and Pedal'.
What about Po? mutters Terence.
Freud loses his patience.
Get into the van, says Freud. I'll do it myself.
It's dark in the van, and smells fishy.
Eeuuw, says Terence. It stinks in here.
It must have been a food van, says Baby Pierre. A fish and chips one.
Pooh! says Terence. Pooh, pooh!
Baby Pierre explodes into giggles. That's so funny!
You're funny, says Baby Pierre.
So are you, says Terence. Let's open a window.
They climb onto a bench top, which looks like part of a kitchen.
Huh! says Baby Pierre. Lift me up. I'll undo this thingy.
Terence lifts Baby Pierre.
Baby Pierre unlatches the window.
Zhoong! The window shoots up, just as Freud is pointing his paint gun at the words Pi Pi Pi.
Pwoooosh! Orange paint sprays all over the curtains, and through the gap, onto Baby Pierre's nose.
Shut that window! says Freud. Look what you've made me do now!
The Green Flashes gasp.
They never expected to hear that sort of unfair reverse accusation from the professor.
Baby Pierre jumps down from the bench and locks the door of the van from the inside.
I've locked him out, says Baby Pierre.
Now what? says Terence.
We demand an apology, says Baby Pierre.
Terence is silent.
The balance of power sets in.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Pee Pee Pee At Po
Arthur would have gone out through the front door. And eventually come back with a knife.
He could have obtained it from anywhere. ( The vet's or the dentist....)
No one would have asked him for provenance.
The Great Sage is different. (It behoves him to consider the ethics of all his actions).
He leaves by the back door.
He finds himself in the garden.
How pleasant is a garden. (This is what he thinks).
A wheelbarrow full of lettuces. A lavender bush buzzing with bees.
A stick, planted hopefully.
But his task is to look for a knife.
All things come to he who is looking. (At least sometimes).
He sees a low wall, upon which......
......
A knife, says Kong Fu-Zi.
Oh that one, says Gaius. I suppose it will do.
........
Freud is busy, painting his van.
The Green Flashes are helping.
Pa-choong! Pa-choong! Splot!
I miss the old caravan, says Baby Pierre. It was comfy.
Too comfy, says Freud. You had become lazy.
Ha ha, lazy, says Terence. I'm never lazy. Ask my.....
A tear forms in his little stone eye.
Parrot, Parrot, says Baby Pierre. What a baby. He misses his Parrot.
How do you know? says Terence. I didn't say Parrot. I might have been going to say.......ask my dad.
He sniffs.
Freud isn't listening. If he were he might say something useful.
Who's that? says Baby Pierre rudely. Your dad? You don't even have one. Where is he?
The question is too hard for Terence, who can't think of an answer.
Here, says Freud. Who wants to do the writing?
Me, me ! says Terence. What do I write?
Pee Pee Pee at Po, says Freud. In four different colours. How's that for a snappy new brand name?
The Green Flashes forget all about daddies.
Ripper! The new branding is ace!
He could have obtained it from anywhere. ( The vet's or the dentist....)
No one would have asked him for provenance.
The Great Sage is different. (It behoves him to consider the ethics of all his actions).
He leaves by the back door.
He finds himself in the garden.
How pleasant is a garden. (This is what he thinks).
A wheelbarrow full of lettuces. A lavender bush buzzing with bees.
A stick, planted hopefully.
But his task is to look for a knife.
All things come to he who is looking. (At least sometimes).
He sees a low wall, upon which......
......
A knife, says Kong Fu-Zi.
Oh that one, says Gaius. I suppose it will do.
........
Freud is busy, painting his van.
The Green Flashes are helping.
Pa-choong! Pa-choong! Splot!
I miss the old caravan, says Baby Pierre. It was comfy.
Too comfy, says Freud. You had become lazy.
Ha ha, lazy, says Terence. I'm never lazy. Ask my.....
A tear forms in his little stone eye.
Parrot, Parrot, says Baby Pierre. What a baby. He misses his Parrot.
How do you know? says Terence. I didn't say Parrot. I might have been going to say.......ask my dad.
He sniffs.
Freud isn't listening. If he were he might say something useful.
Who's that? says Baby Pierre rudely. Your dad? You don't even have one. Where is he?
The question is too hard for Terence, who can't think of an answer.
Here, says Freud. Who wants to do the writing?
Me, me ! says Terence. What do I write?
Pee Pee Pee at Po, says Freud. In four different colours. How's that for a snappy new brand name?
The Green Flashes forget all about daddies.
Ripper! The new branding is ace!
Problem Solving For Analysts And Naturalists
Kuitpo Forest.
Problem is, how to get there with the caravan.
How did you get here? asks Gaius.
I didn't , says Freud. I bought it from some young people whose Popup food business was failing.
Perhaps you can swap it for one with a motor, says Gaius.
Freud steps outside.
Gaius gets out his smartphone and looks at some maps.
Aha, says Gaius. We can cycle to Kuitpo via the Southern-Expressway-Bikeway.
That doesn't sound very scenic, says Kong Fu-Zi. I was hoping for mountains.
Gaius looks for an alternative route that has mountains.
If you wish we can ride through the hills via Crafers, Echunga and Meadows, he says.
I should like that, says Kong Fu-Zi. Shall we set off at once?
No, says Gaius, alarmed at the prospect of travelling with someone who does not make adequate preparations.
Why not? says Kong Fu-Zi. With coarse rice to eat, water to drink and my arm for a pillow, I have joy in the midst of these things.
Water? Rice? says Gaius. Do you think these things just pop up out of nowhere? We must go home and pack for the journey. I need my notebooks and pencils as well. And a bird book.
If you say so, says Kong Fu-Zi.
Freud steps back inside.
Done, says Freud. I have swapped the caravan for a van with a motor. Everyone out!
.........
The next morning, at Gaius's house.
Gaius is packing.
To pass the time Kong Fu-Zi picks paint spots from the Platonic Ideal.
At the fourth or fifth spot it occurs to him that it isn't his bicycle.
He goes into the bedroom.
Gaius looks up from his task.
A floating cloud, says Kong Fu-Zi.
Yes? says Gaius. What about it?
Riches and honours acquired by unrighteousness are to me as....... Kong Fu-Zi stops.
A floating cloud! says Gaius. That is wonderfully put, but what is the relevance?
You don't think there is a relevance? says Kong Fu-Zi.
No, says Gaius. Now where is that knife? I bet Arthur still has it. I must call him....
tap tap tap tap... Ring Ring.
There is no answer from Arthur.
My right hand man, explains Gaius.
Kong Fu-Zi is surprised, having met Arthur briefly.
I shall act in his place, says Kong Fu-Zi. Right hand man. How hard can it be?
Thank you, says Gaius. I think we shall get on admirably. Could you go out and find me a knife?
All right, says the Great Sage.
He puts his big pointed hat on, and sallies outside, feeling mildly excited.
Problem is, how to get there with the caravan.
How did you get here? asks Gaius.
I didn't , says Freud. I bought it from some young people whose Popup food business was failing.
Perhaps you can swap it for one with a motor, says Gaius.
Freud steps outside.
Gaius gets out his smartphone and looks at some maps.
Aha, says Gaius. We can cycle to Kuitpo via the Southern-Expressway-Bikeway.
That doesn't sound very scenic, says Kong Fu-Zi. I was hoping for mountains.
Gaius looks for an alternative route that has mountains.
If you wish we can ride through the hills via Crafers, Echunga and Meadows, he says.
I should like that, says Kong Fu-Zi. Shall we set off at once?
No, says Gaius, alarmed at the prospect of travelling with someone who does not make adequate preparations.
Why not? says Kong Fu-Zi. With coarse rice to eat, water to drink and my arm for a pillow, I have joy in the midst of these things.
Water? Rice? says Gaius. Do you think these things just pop up out of nowhere? We must go home and pack for the journey. I need my notebooks and pencils as well. And a bird book.
If you say so, says Kong Fu-Zi.
Freud steps back inside.
Done, says Freud. I have swapped the caravan for a van with a motor. Everyone out!
.........
The next morning, at Gaius's house.
Gaius is packing.
To pass the time Kong Fu-Zi picks paint spots from the Platonic Ideal.
At the fourth or fifth spot it occurs to him that it isn't his bicycle.
He goes into the bedroom.
Gaius looks up from his task.
A floating cloud, says Kong Fu-Zi.
Yes? says Gaius. What about it?
Riches and honours acquired by unrighteousness are to me as....... Kong Fu-Zi stops.
A floating cloud! says Gaius. That is wonderfully put, but what is the relevance?
You don't think there is a relevance? says Kong Fu-Zi.
No, says Gaius. Now where is that knife? I bet Arthur still has it. I must call him....
tap tap tap tap... Ring Ring.
There is no answer from Arthur.
My right hand man, explains Gaius.
Kong Fu-Zi is surprised, having met Arthur briefly.
I shall act in his place, says Kong Fu-Zi. Right hand man. How hard can it be?
Thank you, says Gaius. I think we shall get on admirably. Could you go out and find me a knife?
All right, says the Great Sage.
He puts his big pointed hat on, and sallies outside, feeling mildly excited.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Back To Square One
Three o'clock.
The Parrot is signing a contract.
Good, says the Mayor. Now you're sure you can sign for the Flash?
Sure, says the Parrot. He's still a minor.
The Parrot signs twice on the black dotted line: Parrot for Parrot. Parrot for Top Green Flash.
Come every day now, says the mayor. Unless you get bird flu.
The Parrot's eyes widen. What's bird flu?
A joke, says the mayor. Never mind.
..........
Three o'clock.
The two Green Flashes are on the couch looking disconsolate.
Freud has not noticed as yet.
Three o'clock.
Gaius has finished his talk on bird iridescence.
He looks around for the Parrot.
Not there. Perhaps it's returned to the caravan.
Three o'clock.
Kong Fu-Zi has stopped listing the Virtues of Water. The crowd has dispersed.
He turns again to the Three Rivers Fountain.
A poem comes into his head.
A View of the Han River.
With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border
And its nine streams touching the borders of Jing.......
He feels homesick, and returns to the caravan.
........
Five past three.
Gaius: That was heartening.
Freud: Glad you think so.
Gaius: I might do some work on a series.
Kong Fu-Zi: The babies look sad.
Freud: Babies, what babies?
Terence: Us, the Green Flashes. We are sad.
Baby Pierre: It's five past three. We think the Parrot has pipped us.
Terence: Pipped us. Signed the contract without us.
Gaius: Contract? What contract?
Freud: Too late now. We've missed our golden opportunity. But I have a new plan. Green Flashes, get ready to move.
Baby Pierre: Oh goody! What is it?
Freud: Kuitpo Forest. They play Paintball out there. We shall infiltrate, undermine, establish......
Gaius: Did you say Kuitpo Forest? I shall come too. There are bound to be birds there.
Kong Fu-Zi (sighing): How I long for a forest. Will there be streams? Will there be mountains?
Freud: Ditches and bunkers. Camouflage, guns.....
Terence: And no Parrot. See if I care.
......
So it is decided. They will all go.
......
How close the Square came to becoming a popular venue, with Popup Pedal Paintball and free lectures on Water and Birds.
Tomorrow it will wake up to a contracted Parrot.
And the next day, no Parrot.
You could blame the bird flu for that.
The Parrot is signing a contract.
Good, says the Mayor. Now you're sure you can sign for the Flash?
Sure, says the Parrot. He's still a minor.
The Parrot signs twice on the black dotted line: Parrot for Parrot. Parrot for Top Green Flash.
Come every day now, says the mayor. Unless you get bird flu.
The Parrot's eyes widen. What's bird flu?
A joke, says the mayor. Never mind.
..........
Three o'clock.
The two Green Flashes are on the couch looking disconsolate.
Freud has not noticed as yet.
Three o'clock.
Gaius has finished his talk on bird iridescence.
He looks around for the Parrot.
Not there. Perhaps it's returned to the caravan.
Three o'clock.
Kong Fu-Zi has stopped listing the Virtues of Water. The crowd has dispersed.
He turns again to the Three Rivers Fountain.
A poem comes into his head.
A View of the Han River.
With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border
And its nine streams touching the borders of Jing.......
He feels homesick, and returns to the caravan.
........
Five past three.
Gaius: That was heartening.
Freud: Glad you think so.
Gaius: I might do some work on a series.
Kong Fu-Zi: The babies look sad.
Freud: Babies, what babies?
Terence: Us, the Green Flashes. We are sad.
Baby Pierre: It's five past three. We think the Parrot has pipped us.
Terence: Pipped us. Signed the contract without us.
Gaius: Contract? What contract?
Freud: Too late now. We've missed our golden opportunity. But I have a new plan. Green Flashes, get ready to move.
Baby Pierre: Oh goody! What is it?
Freud: Kuitpo Forest. They play Paintball out there. We shall infiltrate, undermine, establish......
Gaius: Did you say Kuitpo Forest? I shall come too. There are bound to be birds there.
Kong Fu-Zi (sighing): How I long for a forest. Will there be streams? Will there be mountains?
Freud: Ditches and bunkers. Camouflage, guns.....
Terence: And no Parrot. See if I care.
......
So it is decided. They will all go.
......
How close the Square came to becoming a popular venue, with Popup Pedal Paintball and free lectures on Water and Birds.
Tomorrow it will wake up to a contracted Parrot.
And the next day, no Parrot.
You could blame the bird flu for that.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
The Betrayal At Three
Back in the caravan, Terence and Baby Pierre are surprised to see the Parrot, hovering.
Parrot! says Terence. How did I do?
You did amazeballs, says the Parrot.
See, says Terence, to Baby Pierre. I did amazeballs.
You didn't do anything, says Baby Pierre. You were in here with me. I was watching.
We're a team, says Terence. Me and my Parrot.
Freud returns, with the mayor of Adelaide.
They climb in. The caravan creaks.
We must have a discussion, says the mayor. This is just what the square needs.
Certainly, says Freud. I can deliver. Meet the Green Flash. Green Flash, meet the mayor.
Baby Pierre stands up to shake hands with the mayor.
What does he do? says the mayor. He's rather little.
Baby Pierre sits back down.
Terence stands up.
I'm Top Green Flash, says Terence. And this is my Parrot.
Pleased to meet you, says the mayor. Come to my office at three and we'll draw up a contract. The Parrot as well. I saw how it vanished. Amazeballs!
Wait, says Freud. As their manager.....
Got to go, says the mayor. Busy busy.
He goes.
You're not Top Green Flash, I am, says Baby Pierre. It should be me going to the meeting.
You just sat here watching videos, says Terence. While I was out splattering paint balls, and being amazeballs, and turning invisible.
Invisible, says the Parrot. See?
He hovers a few seconds, fluttering his iridescent wings, before once more becoming invisible.
I'm not entirely happy with that, says Terence. I can't do it.
Too too solid flesh, says Freud. Want to talk about it?
Will it help? asks Terence.
No, says Baby Pierre. He doesn't listen.
I do listen, says Freud. Now what time is it?
He looks at his watch.
Ten to three.
Parrot! says Terence. How did I do?
You did amazeballs, says the Parrot.
See, says Terence, to Baby Pierre. I did amazeballs.
You didn't do anything, says Baby Pierre. You were in here with me. I was watching.
We're a team, says Terence. Me and my Parrot.
Freud returns, with the mayor of Adelaide.
They climb in. The caravan creaks.
We must have a discussion, says the mayor. This is just what the square needs.
Certainly, says Freud. I can deliver. Meet the Green Flash. Green Flash, meet the mayor.
Baby Pierre stands up to shake hands with the mayor.
What does he do? says the mayor. He's rather little.
Baby Pierre sits back down.
Terence stands up.
I'm Top Green Flash, says Terence. And this is my Parrot.
Pleased to meet you, says the mayor. Come to my office at three and we'll draw up a contract. The Parrot as well. I saw how it vanished. Amazeballs!
Wait, says Freud. As their manager.....
Got to go, says the mayor. Busy busy.
He goes.
You're not Top Green Flash, I am, says Baby Pierre. It should be me going to the meeting.
You just sat here watching videos, says Terence. While I was out splattering paint balls, and being amazeballs, and turning invisible.
Invisible, says the Parrot. See?
He hovers a few seconds, fluttering his iridescent wings, before once more becoming invisible.
I'm not entirely happy with that, says Terence. I can't do it.
Too too solid flesh, says Freud. Want to talk about it?
Will it help? asks Terence.
No, says Baby Pierre. He doesn't listen.
I do listen, says Freud. Now what time is it?
He looks at his watch.
Ten to three.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
The Virtues Of Water And Light
Freud opens the caravan door to the mayor, Stephen Yarwood.
What's going on? says the mayor. A pigeon just sprayed me.
Must happen quite often, says Freud.
With paint! says Stephen Yarwood. I spilled all my coffee.
Freud steps outside.
Ah! says Freud. This is what I knew would happen. You must be pleased.
What? says the mayor. Mayhem and paint spots? A blue fountain?. We've just got it going, you know.
Look at the crowd that has gathered, says Freud.
Holy moly! says Stephen Yarwood. That is a surprise. This square is usually empty. Except for odd protests of course.
They stroll over the central roadway to Three Rivers Fountain at the southern end of the square, where Kong Fu-Zi is addressing a crowd on the Virtues of Water.
This has all come about in five minutes.
Kong Fu-Zi, contemplating the water, which was blue-green, the colour of spring, had felt a compulsion to teach.
He had taken his hat off. He had turned to the skate boarder nearest him and begun:
A Lesson on the Virtues of Water.
Water moves continuously forward without stopping. It irrigates everything, yet does not regard itself as outstanding. It is like virtue.
The skateboarder (Dogman) is moved.
Sick ! says Dogman.
Another skateboarder comes up.
Kong Fu-Zi, encouraged, continues:
Water flows in high and low places. It follows one principle. It is like justice.
The second skateboarder (Vansy) is stoked.
Dope! says Vansy.
I hope they turn this fountain off in the summer, adds Vansy. That would be, like, proper justice.
I reckon, says Dogman. Then we could skate through the middle.
Several more people have stopped.
Water dashes forward without fear, says Kong -Fu-Zi. It is like courage.
Well said, says a man, who is no doubt some sort of developer.
It is always self-leveling, says Kong Fu-Zi. It is like the Law.
The mayor hears this last bit.
He is impressed. This sort of thing should be encouraged.
........
Gaius too has attracted a crowd.
What is he talking about?
Iridescence.
As you see, says Gaius. There is no need for paint. A pigeon has its own iridescence, pink and shimmering green. Nor is this due to the presence of oils, but to structural colour. The feathers are a tilted lattice work of tiny threads of pigmented material......
Why were you trying to squirt it with paint? asks a punter.
I missed, deliberately, says Gaius. It was merely a game.
The crowd are satisfied with this explanation.
Gaius goes on to explain the interference effect of the light waves.
.......
The crowd round the Parrot is the largest.
This Parrot, which has just come into being, was once a drab pigeon.
Look at it now. Multicoloured, iridescent. All hail the Parrot!
Will it speak?
Hush.
The Parrot opens its beak.
But then.....
Light waves bounce down from the sun and interfere with his threads.
He disappears totally.
Wo! Amazeballs!
What's going on? says the mayor. A pigeon just sprayed me.
Must happen quite often, says Freud.
With paint! says Stephen Yarwood. I spilled all my coffee.
Freud steps outside.
Ah! says Freud. This is what I knew would happen. You must be pleased.
What? says the mayor. Mayhem and paint spots? A blue fountain?. We've just got it going, you know.
Look at the crowd that has gathered, says Freud.
Holy moly! says Stephen Yarwood. That is a surprise. This square is usually empty. Except for odd protests of course.
They stroll over the central roadway to Three Rivers Fountain at the southern end of the square, where Kong Fu-Zi is addressing a crowd on the Virtues of Water.
This has all come about in five minutes.
Kong Fu-Zi, contemplating the water, which was blue-green, the colour of spring, had felt a compulsion to teach.
He had taken his hat off. He had turned to the skate boarder nearest him and begun:
A Lesson on the Virtues of Water.
Water moves continuously forward without stopping. It irrigates everything, yet does not regard itself as outstanding. It is like virtue.
The skateboarder (Dogman) is moved.
Sick ! says Dogman.
Another skateboarder comes up.
Kong Fu-Zi, encouraged, continues:
Water flows in high and low places. It follows one principle. It is like justice.
The second skateboarder (Vansy) is stoked.
Dope! says Vansy.
I hope they turn this fountain off in the summer, adds Vansy. That would be, like, proper justice.
I reckon, says Dogman. Then we could skate through the middle.
Several more people have stopped.
Water dashes forward without fear, says Kong -Fu-Zi. It is like courage.
Well said, says a man, who is no doubt some sort of developer.
It is always self-leveling, says Kong Fu-Zi. It is like the Law.
The mayor hears this last bit.
He is impressed. This sort of thing should be encouraged.
........
Gaius too has attracted a crowd.
What is he talking about?
Iridescence.
As you see, says Gaius. There is no need for paint. A pigeon has its own iridescence, pink and shimmering green. Nor is this due to the presence of oils, but to structural colour. The feathers are a tilted lattice work of tiny threads of pigmented material......
Why were you trying to squirt it with paint? asks a punter.
I missed, deliberately, says Gaius. It was merely a game.
The crowd are satisfied with this explanation.
Gaius goes on to explain the interference effect of the light waves.
.......
The crowd round the Parrot is the largest.
This Parrot, which has just come into being, was once a drab pigeon.
Look at it now. Multicoloured, iridescent. All hail the Parrot!
Will it speak?
Hush.
The Parrot opens its beak.
But then.....
Light waves bounce down from the sun and interfere with his threads.
He disappears totally.
Wo! Amazeballs!
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