29 October, 2004 
Comments Off the breeze dropped a tear, and breadroll thought there would be rain soon, at least he made his colleagues believe that, as they went through great efforts to convince him (attempted persuasion) to convice him that rain would not be possible for another month or so as the owner of the corner had repeatedly failed to pay any license fee.
not licensed, sponge said, and his words stood beside the corner like a block of marble stone for the 3 to sit on.
28 October, 2004 Comments Off when you say there was a chance, said sponge, how much of a chance is it?
fully featured, said block of wood, with bells and whistles.
what are they for, said breadroll.
to annouce whatever happened, said block of wood.
a lonely breeze whistled around the corner. that’s not it, said block of wood.
27 October, 2004 Comments Off difference is not all, said sponge, variety is equally important.
all agreed. there is a corner, they said, and a sheep. the man is gone for the moment, we should not be concerned about him for now.
did he leave his mobile number, said breadroll.
only landline, said sponge.
that’s not much good, said breadroll.
meanwhile block of wood inspected the sheep and concluded there was a chance for it to open.
anytime soon.
seriously, said breadroll, it should be looked into rather urgently — to paraphrase the title of this episode.
well, said sponge, there’s a process for every policy we should be happy it is that way for otherwise it’ll be different.
quite different, said block of wood.
i knew you would say this, said sponge.
so did i, said breadroll.
and, the man said, i just came to look after the sheep. is she alright?
yes, fine, said sponge.
we’re all fine, said breadroll.
she just wouldn’t open, said block of wood, not for a pack of crisps while we’re waiting.
that’s something we need to address, the man said and walked away.
we got it right after all, said sponge, spoke to them and their sending a manual. it should arrive shortly in the near future.
would the sheep ever open, said breadroll.
tomorrow, said block of wood, or the other day.
movement. motion.
be awful if we got that wrong, said sponge.
unbelievable, said breadroll.
block of wood had tea. he poured the liquid in the cup, stirred it, added milk, observed the milk’s behaviour in the still stirred-up tea. put the spoon down. what, he said to sponge and breadroll, staring won’t get you anyway.
wouldn’t it be awful if we got that wrong, said sponge.
you are right there, said block of wood.
i brought you a sheep, the man said.
aa, that’s so kind of you, said breadroll.
they are looking after us, said sponge, i rang in motionless, just in case.
the variant without movement, said block of wood.
to be sure about the legal situation, said sponge.
the 3 remained motionless at the corner with a sheep.
if there hadn’t been a bowel movement as the sole movement that wouldn’t have been a movement at all.
and there’s a sentence with 3 movements, said breadroll.
and 2 sentences starting with and, said breadroll.
one day, said block of wood.
since the government’s ban on motion the three were fairly stuck at a corner without a shop.
block of wood here is balling his eyes inside out for breaking silence in two equally sized, however somehow not consecutive pieces, if he was to get a chance naturally, very annoying sight all together, very unpleasant and noisy;
and there’s breadroll, pale and round, has stuff stuffed into him as if there was no tomorrow and day after tomorrow, in it goes, every morning, before he starts to count words;
and there’s me, rather modest creature, just want people to sit on me and say uhh it’s wet.
we are pretty good at reports though. i rest my case.
not only did you need to chatter, said sponge, but also had you have to have bowel movements. unscheduled, if i may add.
that’s what killed silence, said breadroll while block of wood was embarrassed and said nothing. there even was talk of tears.
rightly so, said sponge, he shouldn’t say anything.
no, he shouldn’t, said breadroll. unless a specific appointment requires him to do so.
exactly, said breadroll.
and only after approval, said sponge.
isn’t there a meeting soon, said breadroll.
indeed, said sponge, we should go.
they poured cups of tea and prepared a few nice words.
i’m reborn, said silence.
while breadroll crumbled sponge all moist and spongy wiped the table. blokk cut ham in half and made faces at his upset look.
i was reborn and i did not want to, was happy and all quiet, said silence, but there was a shortage, someone called in sick and a poor soul was needed so here i am with the 3 — things again.
sometimes i do wonder, said sponge, whether a circle is really the appropriate figure to display continuity in excellence.
breadroll was wondering, too. where is block of wood, he said, and pointed to the chair block of wood usually occupies, which was empty.
toilet, said sponge, not to worry. he’s not supposed to disappear.
breadroll was happy. he whistled a song.
what are we going to do today?
not much. we’ll run around in circles.
they ran around in circles.
that’s quite enough, said sponge, let’s discuss it now, shall we?
running around in circles should be properly planned, said breadroll.
and funded, said block of wood.
they ran a few more circles.
when, said block of wood.
soon, said ponge, pretty soon, just read the memo.
it says here, said breadroll, after the next bend. does that mean we missed it.
not at all, said sponge, we just have to review our philosophy.
the way, said sponge, did not turn out to be as bendy as we anticipated, we should adjust our forecast, and generally speaking we are making good progress…
excellent progress, said breadroll.
excellent progress, that’s right, thank you, and we all are more than well prepared for putting one foot ahead of the other. i am aware that this may be seen as a bit of a challenge, however, i am also confident that we will master this challenge – even though the training could have been better.
blokk beat sponge, and sponge beat breadroll – for the sake of it.
after briefly discussing the reasons for aforementioned activities they continued on their way, step step.
once again the sun was tired of tirelessly illuminating perpetuous reiterations. pale light was shed on the scene where breadroll, sponge and block of wood had takeb on the challenge of finding the right words for most things.
the importance of the task as well as the critical impact of a possible failure had been sufficiently made clear to ensure breadroll, sponge and block of wood were fully aware of forthcoming innovations. episode’s end.
