the ramble dump

'My very very long summer was not nearly long enough,' said I. 'Floaty Wise Thing, do I have to go back?'

'Would you really rather stay here, going nowhere and doing nothing with your life?' asked the Floaty Wise Thing.

I pondered this for a moment. Then I said, 'Yes.'

The Floaty Wise Thing looked at the journey ahead. 'It doesn't look that bad.'

I sighed irritably. 'It is the worst metaphor I have ever experienced,' I said. 'And what are you supposed to be, anyway?'

'A thing that is floaty and wise,' said the Floaty Wise Thing. 'I thought that was obvious.'

'Pfft,' I said. 'And I suppose you're going to abandon me again?'

'Look,' said the Floaty Wise Thing, a little testily, 'you can't have a metaphor for examinations where there's a Floaty Wise Thing at your side! That's called cheating.'

'Pfft.'

'Let's get going,' said the Floaty Wise Thing. 'I'm in a bad mood and don't feel like talking anymore.'

'What's that a metaphor for?'

'Shut up.'

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# posted by Chris @ 6:47 PM