He ran down the pipe and felt free. The rigorous engineering types he added were the right ones. He was sure his pet cricket would be proud of him and when he got home he would tell the whole story in detail.
At the end of the pipe he dove all the way down to the ocean surface some five hundred feet below.
The splash was intense and liberating, the fish welcomed him into their world and treated him to tea and biscuits. The tea was hard to drink as it was diluted with the ocean water as soon as it was poured. It was also difficult to pour it as the teas colour was hard to tell from the water the farther it poured from the flower-painted tea pot. In any case everyone was happy and the fika was a success.
He dove further down to the bottom a league below and fetched the lost rusty nut.
It had become a reef and he had to pick up rent from the inhabitants before going up with the nut to the surface for air. The reef had a big shock as it exited the water and jumped up and fled faster than love down into the depths again. Shining brightly the nut laughed and nodded to him with a sigh. It was time. The sponge remembered where his run had ended with a dive out of the pipe and entered the same way again.
As the surface of the pipe was quite steadfast and rough to the touch, he could easily assail the pipe all the way up to the pumping station. He was greeted by a relieved pumping station, oil and ocean water all over. The station was a tad embarrassed, it usually made its nature deposits during night time and without bystanders. The sponge, which was green, pushed the pipe back onto the pumping station again and fastened the metal nut with his nose. The effort was easy but smelled of success. He hated success, it was never lubricated.
The station hugged the green sponge and filled it with tears, calling his days work a failure, which gladdened the sponge to the edge of fainting. In the last second he pressed out a feeling, removing some of the excess water and lifting his spirits enough to soar out of the station and back into the dreamworld where he belonged. The last thing he remembered was the tug boat and the bath brush, the bubbles had already left his memory a mile ago. Times changed and he flexed his pecs and went to sleep.
The next day his pumping muscles embarrassed the pumping station and they were friends no more.
It was a sad day for the news crew, no lies could be told, the truth had come out. If you were not a sponge or a station nothing could be done. And there it was, the love that had been was once more and the world revolved and left for the void. Arriving back home his mother Saturn scolded him and asked him sternly where he had been. "I was only out playing, Ma!" he pleaded innocently.
"Oh well" his mother said. "Off to wash your hands now, supper is ready. Wake your father on the way to the kitchen, will you?."
His father had fallen asleep on the couch with a paper in his lap. He gave his father the moon, which always made him stir and wake. "Earth, my boy, did you have fun outside? Tell me all about it, dad wants to hear every detail."
He told the story of how he had saved the pumping station and had tea with the fished of the reef. He filled in the blanks in between. It took quite a while to tell and his father listened intently all the way though. When it was done his father smiled and said:
"Now that's an adventure to be proud of, I wish I would have been out there with you and had that much fun like you."
"What do you say, do you wanna go out again after we've eaten and find another adventure?" his father asked with a glimmer in his eyes.
"Yay!" a young buzzing Earth cheered at the top of his lungs.
His mother looked at them both, shook her head and smiled incredulously.
At the end of the pipe he dove all the way down to the ocean surface some five hundred feet below.
The splash was intense and liberating, the fish welcomed him into their world and treated him to tea and biscuits. The tea was hard to drink as it was diluted with the ocean water as soon as it was poured. It was also difficult to pour it as the teas colour was hard to tell from the water the farther it poured from the flower-painted tea pot. In any case everyone was happy and the fika was a success.
He dove further down to the bottom a league below and fetched the lost rusty nut.
It had become a reef and he had to pick up rent from the inhabitants before going up with the nut to the surface for air. The reef had a big shock as it exited the water and jumped up and fled faster than love down into the depths again. Shining brightly the nut laughed and nodded to him with a sigh. It was time. The sponge remembered where his run had ended with a dive out of the pipe and entered the same way again.
As the surface of the pipe was quite steadfast and rough to the touch, he could easily assail the pipe all the way up to the pumping station. He was greeted by a relieved pumping station, oil and ocean water all over. The station was a tad embarrassed, it usually made its nature deposits during night time and without bystanders. The sponge, which was green, pushed the pipe back onto the pumping station again and fastened the metal nut with his nose. The effort was easy but smelled of success. He hated success, it was never lubricated.
The station hugged the green sponge and filled it with tears, calling his days work a failure, which gladdened the sponge to the edge of fainting. In the last second he pressed out a feeling, removing some of the excess water and lifting his spirits enough to soar out of the station and back into the dreamworld where he belonged. The last thing he remembered was the tug boat and the bath brush, the bubbles had already left his memory a mile ago. Times changed and he flexed his pecs and went to sleep.
The next day his pumping muscles embarrassed the pumping station and they were friends no more.
It was a sad day for the news crew, no lies could be told, the truth had come out. If you were not a sponge or a station nothing could be done. And there it was, the love that had been was once more and the world revolved and left for the void. Arriving back home his mother Saturn scolded him and asked him sternly where he had been. "I was only out playing, Ma!" he pleaded innocently.
"Oh well" his mother said. "Off to wash your hands now, supper is ready. Wake your father on the way to the kitchen, will you?."
His father had fallen asleep on the couch with a paper in his lap. He gave his father the moon, which always made him stir and wake. "Earth, my boy, did you have fun outside? Tell me all about it, dad wants to hear every detail."
He told the story of how he had saved the pumping station and had tea with the fished of the reef. He filled in the blanks in between. It took quite a while to tell and his father listened intently all the way though. When it was done his father smiled and said:
"Now that's an adventure to be proud of, I wish I would have been out there with you and had that much fun like you."
"What do you say, do you wanna go out again after we've eaten and find another adventure?" his father asked with a glimmer in his eyes.
"Yay!" a young buzzing Earth cheered at the top of his lungs.
His mother looked at them both, shook her head and smiled incredulously.
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