The croco-diamond surfaced dramatically, taking in a
deep breath of air and blowing large amounts of water out of his snout.
“I am ALIVE! Though I have been gone for
so long, I have returned, and returned victorious!”
“Five minutes you’ve been gone, I’d say, from the sun,”
offered the giant man helpfully from the wharf.
“Time passes more slowly under water because of...lack
of gravity,” said the croco-diamond.
“We are
glad you’ve returned!” said the giant man, and the kangawrong did a special
twirly hop, slap hop, and pop hop in celebration.
“My dear, dear friends. I...knew you would miss me!”
The croco-diamonds eyes filled once again with tears. “As for my victory...”
“You got the mittens back?” Asked the giant man. He
sounded proud of the croco-diamond.
“I did. But. There is still...I have a special
mission...for you.” He looked at the kangawrong, who stopped doing pop hops.
Its ears went flunk down
to the side of its head. It clasped its hands together and wriggled its fingers
nervously.
“Have you...your knitting needles?”
The kangawrong produced them from its fedora.
“And have we any yarn?”
The two on the wharf looked around them. Finally the
giant man said “My socks could be made into yarn.”
“Then forthwith and post haste! A beret and a scarf for
the crafty feller!”
At which mention the octopeu popped up near the
croco-diamond and cried, “Eye doan like ziss bright light!”
“Measurements dear fellow. We want to be accurate.”
He patted the octopeu on the head quish
Quush.
“But eets hurt me le blinkers!”
The croco-diamond gave the giant man a look that said the whining
isn’t going to stop anytime soon with this feller. So the giant man
departed to the ticky-tap-tap and returned with the lens from a pair of his
sunglasses and a rubber band.
Using one of the kangawrong’s knitting needles he poked
two holes in the lens and then threaded the rubber band through.
He handed the lens to the croco-diamond, who helped the
octopeu put it on.
“Le glassee es verrry styleesh!”
The octopeu made a few minor adjustments of the lens
with his tentacles and forgot all about being upset.
When suddenly.
A large
fin rose menacingly out of the water.
Followed by another large fin.
And six more.
The rotund head of the largest whitey bitey surfaced,
its black eyes gleaming. Next appeared the head of Evett, who smiled
threateningly with the most teeth in all of the worlds.
“Oh la troub-lee!” screamed the octopeu.
It wrapped its tentacles around the croco-diamond, bopping him in the head with the
mittens and klonking its
sunglass into one of the croco-diamond’s teeth. A mitten fell off in the
struggle and a tentacle went up the croco-diamond’s nostril.
“Phht! Phhhch! Unhand me you octo-hander!”
The croco-diamond tried to shake off the octopeu but
its tentacles just wrapped more tightly around him. All the mittens fell off in
the struggle.
When next he could see (the octopeu had squoshed
himself over the croco-diamond’s eyes) bleu ribbons floated everywhere like
broken branches. And all the whitey biteys were mitted.
They glared at the octopeu.
“Evett, y’all shore was right ‘bout that bein’ the
crafty feller.” The largest whitey bitey pointed a mitted fin at the croco-diamond.
“He done thinks we’s gonna be fooled by that there dee-skies.”
“That there’s the worst dee-skies I done seen out of
alla the dee-skies-is in all the worlds,” said Evett. “Pretendin’ ta be a
crocker-die-min hat. Everybody know that they don’t wear no hats.”
“Well, whatcha boys thankin’ we gonna do with that
there crafty feller?” asked the largest whitey bitey.
They swam closer to the croco-diamond, who still had
the octopeu perched on his head.
The lots of sharp
teeth were very close indeed.
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