“So my mother tells my father, while they were having their usual cup of spiked coffee in the morning, “Look at the children playing out there. I sense a high degree of greatness on the way!” My old dad looked out of that same window, almost at the same time remarking, “I see it too! That Feldspar Boy is going to be one of the Great Names inside Geology, you mark my words!” Mom only sighed and said, “Not him, but him-pointing over in my direction.” My father replied, “Are you certain it isn’t Feldspar? With that shock of red hair, similar to yours, I might just wonder if you hadn’t been bonking his father, while I was out doing serious business elsewhere!” My mom would only sob into her handkerchief, which was a free gift from the Whiskey Wagon in downtown Healy, before saying, “While you were out in field, checking out his mother’s Stratigraphy, or…”
Lola just sat there, in front of the makeup mirror, modelling the latest fashion in Earplugs. “What do you think of these here?” she asked, but didn’t expect an answer of any kind to be heard.
Does she, or doesn’t she? A voice was heard to say, while Lola tried to decide between the ones colored Denali Blue, or Old Sandstone Red. Only her Earplug Manufacturer knows for sure….
B. just looked at her while he was knee-deep in the wallowing called his memories. He considered saying, “Harumph! then storming out of the room, headed towards the local bar, but reconsidered when he realized that was exactly as his father would have reacted, and didn’t want to take after his parents..
Bob the Penguin looked in through the front window and wondered why his burden in life concerned those two humans? If only he had a job and a Babe, or a Babe with a job, or a Babe with no job, then he could, well, do pretty much as he did right now….just with the Babe, that is.
Lola’s attention was distracted by a shadowy figure just outside the front window. She motioned to B., but he was in the throes of arguing with his father, with his mother on the sidelines, sipping her afternoon spiked Tundra Tea and dreaming of that red-haired boy, she used to know…
“Someone is watching our every move”, she yelled out, but ran her hands along her long, silky legs just to get the full effect of the moment.
B’s Father chose that moment to shake his head and mutter, “That boy is destined for greatness all right, as a Penguin Herder….
Bob ran in at that moment, a look of joy on his little face saying, “Mom. Dad. Snow’s Up! Let’s hit the slopes before all the good snow has been pooped on!” and with that the Happy Family ran out of the door and frolicked in the snow like it was nobody’s business!”
Lola took the earplugs out of her ears and listened. “Why don’t you protect me like a real man should do!” she exclaimed and-
“How can I do that, while you are the one with the suitcase filled with guns, and the only one who knows the combination to get it opened up?”
They just stood there, seething and frothing at the mouth, when Lola looked out of the window at Young Bob playing outside with his friends. “Just look at him out there. He is surely destined for greatness”, she said with pride in her voice. “Which one is that?” asked his father, while his mother wondered if it almost were time to pull out the old Red Sandstone Whiskey and….
“Wow” thought Bob to himself. ” A Classic Temporal Loop, if I never had seen one before! If I just wait a bit longer, than that Babe and her Twin Sister, both with paying jobs, will be knock, knock, knocking on Old Bob’s Front Door, showering him with……”
“Just a bit longer, is all……”