Chapter 5: The Giant Man Makes an Announcement Which Displeases the Croco-diamond
With the three working together the production of the giant man’s farm increased tremendously. All were very happy to work and all enjoyed the evenings when they ate dinner together. The croco-diamond would often tell stories of his jewels, the kangawrong would show a new hopping step just invented, and the giant man would lecture on cultivation when the other two performers had exhausted their shows.
But, strange things still continued to happen. As an example, one morning the croco-diamond woke up to find someOne or someThing had devised a jewel cleaner from a discarded toothbrush of the giant man. The bristles had been cut perfectly to get into the crevices between the jewels and the handle was just such a length as to make sure not a single spot on the croco-diamond’s sparkling spine was missed.
Also, the cringle crisps continued to go missing. With the discovery of each empty basket the croco-diamond would stare up at sky.
“They are becoming more devious,” he would say to the giant man. “Today there was not one cloud to be seen. Yet…” He pointed to the five empty baskets of cringle crisps. “It’s quite easy for them to be sneaky because it’s so hard to catch a cloud.”
And while those were the normal strange things, one more thing was observed by the giant man. Though the kangawrong was given plates and plates of cringle crisps, it still seemed a bit underweight. And though the croco-diamond worked almost every day in the field, he was, and this is not said unkindly, getting a bit fat.
But mostly the giant man was not consumed with strange things. Instead he thought of his new plan which, when the time was right, on the evening of a day that had been particularly productive regarding the making of cringle crisps, he revealed to the kangawrong and the croco-diamond.
“I have some very exciting news!” he said as all relaxed in the courtyard. The croco-diamond stirred in his hammock and the kangawrong stopped polishing the croco-diamond’s nails. They looked at the giant man expectantly.
“Tomorrow you shall sit for a portrait,” said the giant man to the croco-diamond, who happily began to floss his teeth. “We are getting boxes for the cringle crisps.”
“Why that’s splendid!” said the croco-diamond. Finished flossing, he stretched himself out in the hammock to see how flat he could make his belly. “Success is about marketing. With pictures of me.”
“And then a ton-oh-tap-tap will come here, to the farm.”
“A ton-oh-tap-tap?”
“Yes! You see all these cringle crisps?” The giant man pointed to the baskets in the courtyard, there must have been at least 40, and then the baskets in the barn, which must have been hundreds. “They will be taken by a ton-oh-tap-tap to a distributor.”
At this news the kangawrong stopped squishing buggallies and did a celebratory hop hop where its feet slapped mid-air, making a clap. The croco-diamond, however, frowned.
“And sold in stores!” The giant man was so happy he threw his hands in the air, hitting his umbrell-ears and causing them to go askew.
“But, what do you mean…stores?” The croco-diamond asked angrily.
“Well, stores. Like the stores you shopped in. Fancy stores. With…with comestibles.”
“But, but stores are expensive.” The croco-diamond raised himself up in the hammock. “Do you propose to take cringle crisps away from the common people? I do not think we should give our supply of cringle crisps, the dietary staple of the common people, to stores.”
“But I…I thought you would be happy. Your…your picture next to other fine comestibles…” The giant man was puzzled, and the croco-diamond’s reaction to his wonderful announcement made him sad.
As for the croco-diamond, he was confused. He wanted his picture on cringle crisp boxes next to all the other fine comestibles, such as Pear-a-mon Raincoat Cookies, Heritage Nutter Sticks, and Creamy Candy Moos. But he also heard a quiet voice inside his head chanting keepy cringle crispies! Keepy cringle crispies!
“I just wonder are we being too hasty. Really, is it necessary to give away all the cringle crisps? Should we not save some for the common people? The people at the market? Whose entire life, perhaps, will be upended and, most probably, destroyed without an affordable cringle crisp?”
The giant man suddenly felt unsure of his plan. “Well, we can make more for the market. And I can’t cancel the ton-oh-tap-tap for tomorrow. It’s already paid for. We…we’ll come up with a solution.”
The croco-diamond did not seem to be listening to the giant man at all. Instead he picked up his jewel cleaner and began to polish his spine for the next day’s portrait. Though he didn’t seem to be paying attention to the polishing. And was repeating something under his breath that sounded, to the giant man, like keepy cringle crispies. Keepy cringle crispies.
Unsure what to do about the croco-diamond’s mood, the giant man asked the kangawrong to help him move the baskets in the courtyard to the barn. He locked the barn door, something rarely, to be honest never, done, just in case there were clouds nearby, waiting to steal the cringle crisps after all had gone to sleep.
But not all slept. That night, in his hammock, the croco-diamond muttered many things which made no sense to the kangawrong, who curled uneasily under the frequently shifting hammock. It did hear something like “plan, a plan, must…make…plan” and a bit later “perhaps, perhaps with crutches, oh, but where will I ever find crutches” before it fell asleep.
The next morning, on waking, the croco-diamond was surprised to find, next to his hammock, a pair of crutches fashioned out of oakal boughs cut the year before by the giant man. They were carefully wrapped with twine and by all appearances looked like official crutches.
The croco-diamond quietly hid them in the bramble shrubs at the edge of the courtyard, careful not to wake the kangawrong. Then he looked up into the sky.
“Clouds?”
The clouds, if they were listening, didn’t answer.
“It’s the only possible explanation. Yes. It must be the clouds.” A solitary tear developed in the croco-diamond’s eye. “I thank you.”
Then he stood at the edge of the courtyard, sketching something in the dirt that, to a keen observer, appeared to be a plan.
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