The apple fell against the tree but had no idea who he was. The milk he had drunk was not yet done and there was nought to do. Mog would be home soon and with him the older gents and the dogs. He hated dogs, they smelled of manure and clogged songs. He picked up his red and blue put them in the basket and went off along the freeway. Nobody would stop him now, not today of all days.
He walked over some cobblestones in the road and remembered just how to roll as agreed earlier with nature. Looking around to see if anyone noticed he halted when he saw a trash can. Trash cans could not be trusted. That was the law. He watched closely to see if he had been noticed but the moon was low so their eyes was not opened yet. Lucky break finally. It wasn't common but it happened now and again.
Further down the way there was cloudy and the wheels of the rungs were there. He went up to say hi, no response. He knocked and the wheel opened. "Rungs?", he asked.
"Yes, come back tomorrow."
He nodded his head without noticing he had none. No one cared no one dared he thought. King of the jungle that's for sure.
Almost out of the shade of his eye came a wave he recognised, it was her again. Good, this time he was ready, no jokes this time, serious as a log.
"Hi" she said "you carvin'?"
"Well depends, not this morning, but now I am."
"Appreciate it." she smiled
He went over and hugged the ocean softly. There was a pause and she was still no bearings or turbulences.
"I've been looking" he said. "No wonder you were lost."
She smiled and kissed him tenderly. "You were always the one to brag."
"My own self of all, no more." he went on.
They crept closer and wept.
"No more never again" she laughed.
"Agree" he smiled.
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