I cannot tell you how many times* I've absentmindedly said “So, where to?” and promptly recited an entire scene from Tinker Bell and the Legend of the Neverbeast. In fact, let me prove my point by reciting the scene from memory, here and now:

So, where to? Anywhere but scout headquarters. Look, if you want me to cover for you, I need to know, what’s the tower for? This won’t be Rhino Bob; great guy who can build dams big enough to store food for three winters . . . And of course marmots build these terrific burrows out of rock piles for hibernation . . . And then you’ve got your northern orioles and those hanging nests of theirs! I mean, talk about amazing!

I’m thinking . . . you’re not storing food. Or preparing for hibernation. Or nesting. Seriously. What’s the tower for?

You don’t have to be so gruff about it.

*gasp* That’s it; Gruff! Yep, that name suits you perfecwOAH!

Guess we’re building another one.

But before we start, I was just thinking; why don’t you enjoy yourself a bit while you work?

Hear me out; no reason I should have all the fun with the pixie dust…

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*somewhere in the single digits, but more than two times

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