Bell Pepper: “There approaches a roaring sound, Mr Mackerel. Shall we presently yell and run in terror?”
Mr Mackerel: “But Pepps, that is the farmers’ parade. Look there, see the farmers approach the bridge. Look at the bridge, and look at the farmers approaching it. They are in view of the bridge, and making their way towards it. Are they not headed for a place across the bridge?
BP: Oh, currently they step to the bridge! What is their business carrying toilet paper rolls?
MM: The rolls are filled with rice, can you hear the sound of their toilet rolls rattling?
BP: They are carrying a multitude of toilet rolls.
MM: They are rich in toilet rolls.
BP: The sound of rattling toilet rolls, it must be noted, is well-nigh indistinguishable from their clogs drumming on the bridge. So many are the farmers, so many are the clogs!
MM: They’re crossing the bridge. There is tumultuousness and there is pandemonium.
BP: The bridge consists partly of the following: support beams. Mr Mackerel, would I be correct in stating this?
MM: You would be correct in stating this, Bell Pepper. And the toilet rolls contain rice. And the farmers are making a racket, as are the starlings and as are the blackbirds. See the birds descend in swooping gestures around the canal boats. Here are birds, do you see the birds?
BP: Rather than the birds, I am enthralled by the farmers. They head for the setting sun. This is not my idea of farmers, and begs enquiry. But there!
MM: Woe!
BP: Pouty mogul!
MM: Flimsy posterior!
BP: Conniving fate!
MM: What happens!?
BP: A coastline appeared abruptly!
MM: I see it! The coastline!
BP: Oh, how it appeared! What shall be expected of us?
MM: I can tell you the rattling of the toilet paper stopped. I can tell you the drumming of farmers’ feet on the bridge stopped.
BP: They are silent. But they are heading for the coastline with eager speed!
MM: They must be. Do you still have that blueberry pancake?
BP: Yes, but it has gotten a bit sticky.
MM: That’s alright. I do not intend to eat it.
Doesn’t his fascination with blueberry pancakes count as a preferred subject?
Good point! I certainly do have feelings of profound reverence and fascination for blueberry pancakes and pancakes of many kinds. The problem is that I have quite a wide variety of interests. But comparing any one of them against, say, shoe polishing, the shoe polishing comes out on top!
Crêpes stacks!