"How can sheep roll sideways through crawlscape when my crystal chimes buzz eloquently?", I ask to the complacent tea drinker.
"Jesuit!", he omitted with vehemence and sipped at his musky tea. The odor that enamated from the porcelain cup that held the musky liquid reminded me of the smell sheep rolling frontwards made.
"Precisely", concluded the pompous tea drinker.
What? How did he know what I was thinking?
I shaped my question around this thought and launched it at him.
He sighed, drank the remnants of his tea and explained.
"'Tis simple really. It's all to do with the fiendish odor of the crawlspace, not the actual odor of the sheep. The narrow diameter of the crawlspace intensifies and compresses the rather weak odor and created a veritable monster of a smell"
Smugly, he winked at me and put the tea cup on the floor. Baffled, I suddenly realised that he wasn't complacent at all. He was I fat tea drinker!
The end of episode 1
The tea drinker
stay tuned for tomorrows episode