With the three working together the production of the
cringle crisps 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
it 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.”
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.
Mostly, though, 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 murmured “ooh, marvelous” and happily began to floss
his teeth. “We are finally getting boxes for the cringle crisps! Due to the
increase in cringle crisp production thanks to your help, and the kangawrong’s
help, it’s now cost effective to have packaging.”
“Splendid! 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 perhaps now my
name should be used in association with the cringle crisps. Croco-diamond
crisps.”
“And then a ton-o-tap will come tomorrow to the farm.”
“A ton-o-tap? Whatever for?”
“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. The croco-diamonds
mouth began to water and he thought cringly yummy crunchy!
“They will be taken by a ton-o-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 you will take all my, ahem I meant, our cringle crisps to…stores?”
“Well, stores. Like the stores you used to shop 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 who
can’t afford to shop in stores?”
The croco-diamond’s brain kept chanting keepy cringle
crispies!
“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, New Heritage Nut Sticks, and Creamy Candy Moos.
But he also heard a 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-o-tap for tomorrow.
It’s already paid for. We can make more...”
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 to keepy cringle crispies” 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 at 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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