a person may have a task or another

train people have closed the shutters. they are having tea. train people have apologised for any inconvenience caused and the train was cancelled due to poor rail conditions. there won’t be another one for a while but it’ll arrive shortly.
the doing of any thing in accordance with an authorisation under the train people act shall not be treated, for any purpose, as a breach of any requirement or restriction imposed by any other enactment or rule of law. says the train man and the others nod in agreement. not much we can do, says sponge. we can wait a bit more, says breadroll and is right about that. spot on, says sponge.

if i may

i could go up there, said sponge, if i may. i might fall down though.
i may do anything, said breadroll, and so do you in or during the month of may. and so may you.
that’s right, said sponge, now that you say it. i may actually go up there and see how it is. then again, i may fall down.
just like those three ladies, said breadroll.
what three ladies, said sponge.
don’t know, said breadroll, three ladies, not too old, went up and fell down. that was it.
terrible, said sponge.

good things may happen with a decision of one or three

want 1 inch more or 3 more inches? you decide, all for six euro. special price. be honest.
to be honest, i wouldn’t know to be honest, said sponge, my day just isn’t long enough. even now when i don’t see the office that often anymore, the outside from time to time but you know how buildings look like after a while. no way i am going to decide on that, that for sure. i wonder if i’m the only one listening to that man.
the man was slight, tracksuited, and had his hair combed over. nice watch, new car. he left without without a trace. not certain that he ever was there.

anything may happen anyway

but we have to do something, said breadroll, look, it seems to be so important that nobody makes good jokes about it anymore.
which seems to imply that good jokes are made only about less important matters of course, said sponge, of course, is not necessairly correct, but a discussion would distract us too much.
a street opened to the left and another one to the right and there was this station straight ahead, caesar’s point, the one as they say that is not far from saltnuts and venushill, which is said to the one before done leary, which is the the harbour and point for connecting bus fares. if anything fails they go to done leary, they say.
c’s point is a tawdry place, no toilet, just a wall to pee on; but hardly ever anybody does.

one may ignore the leitmotif but might not escape the sponge

there we would go again, said sponge, if we wanted to.
but we don’t want to, said breadroll. exactly, said sponge and a clock started to tick. i’ve got something in my ears, he said. silence. a ticking in sponge’s ears.
yes well, said breadroll, country doctor as i am i shall send you to a specialist.
you’re not a doctor, said sponge.
no, said breadroll, but you are not sick and therefore we just impersonated a joke. staged it for the not-onlookers.

may i introduce myself?

seamus brandon. but you can call me remus. uncle remus actually. boy, you’ve grown. last time i saw you they used you only on the smallest specks, and now look at you. that’s how many years now? at least if not more i’d say.
sponge always had seen himself as an adventurer and explorer, ready and willing to seek out and explore the most remote areas, but never before had this dream included the exploration of pluto and the alpha centauri region. he felt ready now to take up the struggle and go on that very journey, to leave.

© the Book of Sponge and Others.